III. Wednesday night: slumber...

She lies beneath a clear dark sky,
Tonight would be the last goodbye.
A raging tide against the shore,
She hoped that he'd be back once more.
Just once she wished the morning alarms
Would find her waking in his arms.
Another night that fades to gray,
Another dream so far away.
A requiem with another tear,
Another wish that he were here.
Another dawn, another day,
A reminder that he could never stay.
Yet he has taken all control,
Her spirit, her heart, her very soul.
She lifts a finger to the mark
That feels cold now in the dark.
Her eyes are fixed on a star above,
Elusive as her sinner's love.
Weak and naked she lies in wait,
The passion lost to a sealed fate.
Just then a gust blows through the air,
And she awakens from her mad despair.
Shivering in a dampened sheet,
She reflects upon their final meet.

this is an excerpt from the tales of armand & dominique.