Do Not Make Her Cry
Edenya's TearsWatching Her brethren fall
Her lips bid a broken call
As Her scarf fell like a pall
Upon the red bastion wall
The wind is howling......
In Her ineffable pain
Her tears became rain
But they failed to stain
As the blood of the slain
Trapped is the owling
As the storm is brewing......
Down came Heaven's shards
Dishing out like sorrow's cards
Falling fast and striking hard
Whitening the mourning yard
They merry as She wept
Jesting in their gory dept
Then they hearken
The dark ones scry
As they hear His cry
Only wrath they spy
And their bodies fly
As His swords ply
In a cutting reply
With blood and fury
And deft calligraphy
His painted tapestry
Marred His pedestry
A writhing red serpent
On a snow parchment
Her sadness
His madness
All They did was love.
