A Tale Disrupted by Cursed Time

The sun once kissed your brow
but faded,
vanished on a night
The moon refused to rise.
You bathed in water
drawn from a dying hearth,
Your body still aglow,
a smouldering ember.
The scorch of greed
a capitalist flame
branded your chest,
your lips, crimson and seared,
held in a silence of defiance.

Time showed no mercy
nor to the unborn blossoms
that once stirred within you.
Ants, drunk on wild winds,
fed ceaselessly at your breast,
Their crooked claws scratching
The moonlit courtyard bright with sorrow.

I reached to hold you
your body, charred, unloved,
reduced to ash.
But you did not see me
No humans remain here,
Only the shadowless echoes
of what we were.
Once, this body bloomed
carried the scent of spring,
and a river, enchanted
ran down your chest.

Yet I could never cross it.
Its depths pulled me beneath.
Again and again,
I burned in the fire
of your fated love.
Now you wander
An exile among memories
Time has long abandoned.

Nightmares cradle you
In their dark hands;
shadows, thick and choking,
press into every crevice.
The night clings tightly
ghastly beasts, vultures of the abyss,
circle as thorned roses
bloom on moonlit ground
each petal falling,
stained with blood.