MAIDEN’S SCREAM

Only a month
sense she lost her ginger locks.
Only a month
sense her looks others knew not
any other lass of compare.
Blue eyes, strawberry hair.
Only a month.

Blood is bleeding
from tender swan like neck…
cherry blossoms.

It took a single strike
to make the killing blow.
As easily as being tossed off a bike,
her bruises were not just for show.
The oblique edge made its strike,
And dealt its lethal blow.

Memories death
fades quickly into the dust.
Memories death
bleeding from blade of dust.
As we rot, we become dust
buried under the gallows tree.
Memories death.

Blood is bleeding
from tender swan like neck…
cherry blossoms.

If only we could dream,
of a fairer world,
perhaps we shall never see,
the deaths of brides to be.

And witness the death of swans,
and a maiden’s scream.