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Requiem

By Jennifer Hill

In the dampness before dawn,
the shadow man enters the mausoleum.

A tear slides down his cheek
as his heart floods and mourns
purity in her white dress.

 

He remembers her
vivacious and running
with her fiery hair caught
in his begging fingers.

She was the moon
lulling him to sleep
and the dawn
with her red smile
arousing him in the morning.

Then, Elijah’s chariot swooped down
with its phantom steeds stealing
her beauty and leaving
only the faded shell.

The chariot whisks
her honeysuckle scent
off the Earth and into Heaven.

He stands watching
her soul take flight.

He tears his scarlet robe
and the vestment falls
revealing the flowing blood
that binds him to the earth.

Angels sing their requiem
while the omnipotent God watches
from His throne
and she lies in beauty
on Jordan’s shore.

Copyright©2000 Jennifer Hill