Epilogue (A Defiant Succumbing)

Her rage bit deep in my flesh,
 though her blade not true as her flame.
 So my heart's slowing rhythm still beats for her
 as she weeps upon my chest in shame.
 My life sinks into my sheets.
 This canvas upon which I lay
 holds an image of rage and desire portrayed
 both carnal and sinful to her soul's dismay.
 My fiery red angel of death did come and claim my breath.
 Now I die by candlelight as she runs to him to pray within the snow.
 Lord of light, I beseech thee. Entreat your right and claim me.
 Though please grant me one final gift and claim her as well while she is weak.
 Shrieking, come devils for me
 and take me away at my last breath's command
 to where hellfire doth feast beyond death
 on black twisted dreams and the flesh of the damned.
 In red firelight shall our tattered forms dance in lust
 upon the hot winds of despair.