One Night

Teary eyes fall upon the tortured dead

Broken down, to the bone, with nothing left

Shaky hands covered in the color red

She pulled away before she felt bereft

Pain in herself, from the wounds, he had made

Faded did away as she looked at his face

Weak, white, and pathetic like the Crusade

She finally found what she can call grace

She stomps on top his little flower bloom

Hands shaking not because of fear but joy

Laugher spills inside the dim lit it room

Tried and at peace she called the blue boy

She closed her tired eyes and fell asleep

Filled with happiness, she will never weep