Silent Night

Loud and furious, her calls echo in the dark.
Desperately, she marches through the snow.
Silence taunts and stills her mounting wrath.
She trips and loses pace with her own soul.

Her life, her love, her dreams were glowing bright

Until they came and murdered them last night
And held her back to see the last head fall.
They made her watch and agonize it all.

She couldn't stay, she couldn't bear to stay.

She found no spoil and let the ashes blow.
Naked, bleeding, used, she walked away.
Surely not another rose would grow.

And surely 'tis a silent night

Beneath heavy cloak.
No resonance here dares recite
To her, a word of hope.

Not death, not hate, not even fear

Haunts her in the sea
Of blackness as she disappears
Into this shell of me.

© Teresa Mayville