Another sad tale

the moon sat up high,
a time for bats to dance,
creatures blind from birth,
afraid of day,
the night a darling,
past the falling apart steel gates,
held by weather beaten concrete,
he staggered,
a bundle wrapped in white,
taints of blood from afar seen,
on his back rested,
labored strides,
into the world of the dead,
forgotten graves,
unattended grounds,
withered flowers,
all falling apart,
he sighed,
a painful sigh,
his eyes dilated,
too many tears shed,
and to a tree that did house an owl,
whom a nap did take,
the load he did rest,
unwrapped and sat next,
took it in his arms,
to place on his lap,
stared at the coldness that now did invade,
as that hair he played with,
stroking gently,
as tears rained from his eyes,
to splatter on her blasted chest,
a painful way to bid life goodbye..
he stared to the still figure,
that blood had drained off,
and he said in mourning,
' i did give you my life,
my love,
the two that all i had,
was that never worth?'
silence of the dark,
offered no answer,
an owl now awake,
crickets too out came,
an audience graced with the divorced toad,
such sad tales to hear,
' you will never leave me,'
he said,
and took a bottle from his pants,
swallowed all that in was,
closed his eyes and said,
'i was the romeo,ju...l....i.....e.......'
and to the spirits he slipped,
two that of love left,
and there was thunder,
as the skies opened,
this to wash away,
never another sunrise to see

©2011