HEART
And still she held it
With trembling hands
As ice on fire
His bleeding heart
Beating, bleeding, dying
Her crimson hands locked
On his pale heart
A sigh, a moan and silence.
Love and longing floated
In the red river that rushed past
Meadows, forests and plains
To the ocean dark
No death-fires danced
No shriek of pain was heard
Only her red hands turned white.