Her dreams only got worse instead of better …
At night when she closed her tired wet eyes,
She again in her mind, She read his final letter
At night She became….
A woman with long black raven hair, other times,
She was a scarlet searching raven that flew only at midnight,
in the cool autmn whispering air
Then other times.....
She was a rageing Black silver mare , with eyes of emerald gold
and snorting flames with out a care
She tried to block out the trembling changing dreams,
She prayed herself to finally sleep, in swirling shapes
and colored sheens
She made herself a silver cross to clutch in the lingering
whispers, of nights gloomy weather
She just couldn’t forget the final words, in his last letter
The effects of these’s dream caused her emotions
to ebb and flow, without warning, he had let her go
In a heart beat her female mind , was in turbulant rage,
to suddenly, gentle pleading with her love,
She was really wanting and needing
She was struggling to rise above ….
A black horse stamped one foot soundlessly, with love
Suddenly the demon lost its coherent shape, becoming
once again the swirling mist of a lingering shadow above
This final vision faded, leaving only the reflection of his face...
What did he have to fear from a crying womans’s eyes?
It only took him an elusive moment to realize, it was not
the twilight scarlets changing fire, that lit his sky