Widow Wept

Upon this day,
A widow wept,
Upon the floor,
Her husband slept,
He slept of death,
And kneeled to his foe,
Eternally she shall not know,
Why her husband sleeps of death,
And keeps her waiting so,
For once a upon this merry day,
Together she and he ran,
Together forever,
Both they sang,
And through the hills,
Their voices rang,
Truest loves made purely one,
Until the day where there were none,
To give,
To care,
To keep alive,
So he kneeled before his foe,
Whom surely you will already know,
The name of his foe was god,
God came to him and told him to die,
The man said no,
He would not leave,
His wife alone with disbeliefe,
God said so then she shall die,
And then the man began to cry,
His wife knew none of all of this,
So now she kneels to kiss,
His face so cold,
And dark as night,
In order to see the holy light,
That god does give when he has taken,
What was once his pride,
As now a weapon,
From which he normally hides,
The coward whom he always is,
Destroying what he cannot control,
Until the day when it takes it's toll,
So there he left the widow crying,
As on the floor her husband now lay dying.