“Silvery flakes drifted downward, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird soared.”
Onward and outward with her ashen hued wings. Over forests and past the hidden moon while she echoed of her impending doom. Landing on Penny Lane; ‘Twas the day my life changed.
For when she came the air suddenly had weight; Pressing on my chest like cinder times eight.
The pupil of her eye resembling nothing but pure darkness
Like the heart of my mistress, and I shouldn’t want this.
But she stayed for days and I never once complained. Despite her silence being like thorns in my veins.
I could never detain something so naturally made, yet any thought otherwise filled me with hate.
Her realization became my fate. So that night I set my bait; A poorly painted wooden crate secured by a tether around my gate.
I called to her and in she flew; I almost wished she knew
That at first sight of starlight my shaking hands would bind her breast; Wrapping leather upon leather around her chest
So that when mourning comes in the dawn her beauty will be here instead of gone.
I must’ve spoke my inner being, for she glared at me pleading
” What is this I am hearing? who ever said I planned on leaving? Why must you do this in the darkness of the night; Instead of the morning to see my fright. I am not the only one in this life, so why must you hold me so tight? I never said I would fly away, but even if I did my heart is here to stay.”
The very next second I let her go
I expected her to soar but she looked at me slow
“I love you”
And I knew this to be true for she came back to me every daylight hue
I was going to hurt her so badly, but it goes to show.
If you love her; Let her go.
And if she stays time and time again, then she truly loves you till every end.