Poetry And Other Things

Her knight in shinning armor

Galloping through the woods and past the farmers pasture

I command my horse to go faster

Time is ticking down ; I’m racing against clocks

My lovely princess lays her head upon the chopping block

My heart yearns and aches as I can feel her fate being fabricated into reality

The moon and stars aline, they warn me that I might not make it in time

My steed picks up the speed and I say a prayer in my heart for my love

As we cross the bridge and begin to cross town square

The sound of metal slicing through the air floats into to my ears

The air thickens and I find it hard to breath

My vision blurs and the world seems to spin

I topple down and I collide with the cold pavement

I wish I could tell you all that this all was a dream

I wish I could say that I arose from my sleep and found her peacefully, lying next to me

I wish that I could say that she didn’t die...

But I can’t

That night, a sweetest woman died

That night, my worst nightmare was made reality

That night, the fool... ran out... of time