We danced that night, under a killing moon.
Inconstant love was our only lament.
In our hearts we knew that dawn comes too soon.
Desperation was all too apparent.
Did I truly tire of this world's demands?
Eyes shining, she asks if I can do it.
She put the cold steel into my hands.
If you love me, she said, you would prove it.
I put the gun to the side of her head.
Smiling for me, she looked up with a sigh.
I pulled the trigger and knew she was dead.
I watched the light of life dim in her eye.
Now I run from myself desperately.
I had not the strength to turn it on me.
Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings?