A single shaft of silver light
guiding the tip, hilt, the black blade
a swift arm ricochets towards me.
Blank metal is skewered, dancing
arrow heads, secured in a bow.
She snakes over the cool marble
to where I lie,
the armour reflecting
cherry blood that seeps throughout
her tears drop down onto
me, searing the pain
I whisper a word, her name
that is forever changed to
mine as I sink into the marble.