The Scream

The Scream

‘No’, she screamed,

As he drifted away.

“Come back”, she shouted.

“He is not yours to slay”.

Her face was ghost white,

As she saw what was coming.

As death pounced upon him,

Ever so cunning.

The scream was so vile,

As he came to deaths door

And was swallowed by darkness,

As her heart promptly tore,

“Come back” she cried

In heart shattering despair.

Until her true love,

Was no longer there.