Pain through the ages neither lessened nor faded,
Consumed by her search left her silent and jaded,
Never finding true love... to break death’s cold wrappings
To feel life flow within her and not merely trappings.
How long had she waited with arms outstretched,
For life to beat rhythm within her troubled breast,
For someone to see past the blood on her hands,
To know and to grant her most secret demands?
How long had she yearned for the sun on her face,
Lifeblood coursing within her, no need for a taste?
But a mate for her soul never ventured nor dared
To see past her shell to the spirit she bared.
Each age that passed, more slowly she counted
Each silent scream as her blackness it mounted,
Until the day came when true-love did burn,
And opening her coffin, whispered softly in turn,
“I offer my own heart for yours that is riven
May it beat for us both, its blood freely given”.
Truest of fortune, the blessing, the boon,
She rose from the darkness, said farewell to the moon,
And walked hand in hand, right out through death’s door
Through the brightness of day, Queen of darkness no more.