Bleak

I will hold your hand
as you fade towards grey
and I will weaken with you
as we tread our dark road.

I will romance the wild breath
of fate's cold wind
and face the breaking sun
as we faced the stars' song.

And should you die
I will keep you alive, my love
as I walk without you
and with you, forever.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.