Broken Howls

She lies on silken throne,

a white gem against black night,

a lifeless shadow on my wall

as I sift eyes through scattered bones.

A roadblock of time has elapsed,

lingering void handcuffs my soul,

faded life lost in eternal bloom,

black ice runs cold through veins.

Dark wolf mourns in broken howls,

silhouettes where life once blossomed,

perfume dissipates into untouched air.

Dittoed clouds lose their silver lining,

black rocks of death signal twilight

onyx rides on ruby bark of remembrance

as she dies in a sob of last refrain.

I touch her name with futile fingers,

ingrain her essence into my heart.

I weep finality of a closing teardrop as

she flies freely and soars high,

last whispers have ticked, silence is nigh.