Dedicated to
-RoseByAnotherName-
Though this is a far cry from it, the dark theme of Blackcoffee Boulevard inspired me to write this.

In the familiar confines of its warmth, she found her berth

The gentle rhythm of it's motion, the only comfort, in desolation.

Winter sauntered in, a picture of cold elegance, yet was not spared a glance.

Those eyes,awaiting the darkest of knights, were blind to all other sights.

She did not see the sunlit morning, or the moon returning.

Nor did she hear the wind's whisper, or the rumbling thunder.

She never left her beloved chair, for it was her comfort, her lair.

Awaiting the moment, when he would come to end this wait, such torment.

Those grey eyes were fixed outside,unseeing the merriment of Yuletide.

Imagining the dark knight , riding a horse as black as the night.

Winter left and spring visited her home, making the buttercups bloom.

Yet she sat aloof, no smile on her lips,just druming fingertips

Time carved wrinkles on her skin,the only sign of life, a beating heart within.

Many a silver wisps of hair, lost lusture and fell by the chair.

She did not bother with any guise, for he was far more wise.

His sharp gaze, would see into her soul, setting it ablaze.

On one silent night he came with the wind, in all his glory and might.

Those soulless eyes ,gazed into hers and bid her to rise.

With the poise of a consort,she went into his arms, her ultimate resort.

The chair rocked back and forth, bearing the lifeless form of a woman ,who fell in love with death.