The golden radiance of the dawn bled into tinty shades of rouge of dusk,
The shade of her sapphire eyed mans blood that now tainted the forest floor,
The moon was overhead, casting the world in silver.
Whether the mighty barks bent away from her or toward her as though sheltering her ,
she couldn't tell,
The few birds soaring overheard had quickly looked away as she lay there
She didn't blame them.

A black dress and a sheer,
flowing black veil spoke enough about her grief.
A black veil, not of velvet,like the blood soaked coat of his,
A black veil of dried blood smeared over her face.
A black veil,the last remnants if her lover,
Of the man who had brought such unending joy to her in those few weeks they'd had.

Every living breath in the vast unending forest kept its distance,
long, long distance.
As though her sorrow were a plague.
But didnt didnt give a passing glance as she lay there,
illuminated by the moon
By the starlight she'donce thought she was a part of

White winter fell yet again
The pristine flakes casting statues in the shimmering gloomy light,
Statues depicting everything from
mourning gods to dancing maidens marked the resting places of
distinguished nobility, some so lifelike they seemed to be people frozen in
stone.

It had not snowed since before his murder,
There were no flowers, not even a headstone.
Just fresh soil and a sword
thrust into the earth-the sword he had adorned with such pride and love,
Love for his kingdom,his family,love paralleled only by his love for her.

The maiden stared at the dark, tilled earth, a chill wind rustling her hair,the blood now dried.
Her chest ached,
but this was the one last thing she had to do,
the one last honor she could give him.

The maiden tilted her head to the sky, closed her eyes, and began to sing