(1)
Now as her mind dies
he remembers
how frequent were
his wrong doings
and his grief is palpable
(2)
Her delicate feminine wrist
once cracked through his torment
Now as her memory fades
and his recaptures,
he holds it tenderly
weeping at its beauty
(3)
Little did he realise
as the brandy, burning
splashed his eyes
as her anger peaked
with his surprise,
that in thirty years
her flame would die
and with her empty shell
he would lie
eyes still burning
brandy-less, they cry
© Ajanta Judd 2007
