The distant roar
of approaching storms
like a thousand wild hooves
thundering through her dreams
of ancient warriors
from another time
as she sleeps

Wandering through dusty castle corridors
leading only to dead ends
and almost forgotten loves
the petals pulled
from their stems
lay dying on the battleground
of memories

Hushed utterings
of regret
fill the ear splitting silence
with metamorphic color
while she is lulled

Torrents of blood
falling like rain
over broken lives and sorrows
footfalls keep beat
with a pounding heart
so she weeps
the bitter bile of longing

Where on these yellow pages is it written
all ends in happily ever after
only in some romantic novel
read over and over again

As the reel of a silent movie
comes to a close
with the ticking
of the films end
and she dies
once again