when it's time for that last flash of the sword
the decisive cut of the blade against skin, flesh and bones,
that moment when the light goes out of your eyes,
that's when you realise you have nothing to lose.
when your furious brown eyes flash in anger
at my incomprehension, i realise
i will never win with you,
and you will never be mine.
i will never stop loving you,
and you will never see me as special.
but even if the sun fades for a day,
to let the dark wind chill your senses,
it burns with increased fury the next
as a reminder of its anger.