In the end there was only her blood left
Staining the snow anew.
Like lips parted in a farewell kiss
Fresh cut from fresh sorrow
(Like the diamonds in her purse)
He took it, snatched from the teeth of grief
For every life taken another one is shattered
And do we mourn those who are gone
Or those who are left behind?
"Who would have thought they had so much blood in them?"
And blank eyes tinged with ice
Turned to meet the heavens in a gasp
A desperate prayer to a silent listener
(Who will hear a harlot's curse?)
Aware that this was a common cliché
He ripped it from his notebook, releasing it
To flutter innocently in the untainted dawn
Rather than destroy his stolen words.