Sorrow

This is my first story, so the writing may be a little immature. I hope readers will offer plenty of advice. I'm in eighth grade, so updates may be a little slow. I hope you'll understand.

Grief

The enchantress blooms,

I hear--

The mournful shriek of brocade tearing

A heart breaking, its voice muffled and shattered

You fell on that bright night

The crimson flowing beneath you drowned out the snow-white moon's ghastly pallor

Whose gaze grew unfocused?

Whose heart turned cold?

This nightmare--

Overturned far too much of what was right and wrong

There is no escape

The ending is fated to be death and grief

Sorrow wails where it stands

Who gave me a little candlelight in those dark years?

And who soothed the pain that lingered in my heart?

In this life,

I no longer have the strength to repay your love

I hope--

That in my final moment, my death and grief

Will--

End all your pain...

Wounded by grief,

wounded through grief