Water, between earth and heaven,
she went under, heavy heart and
light flesh, beauty put away,
a soul that guttered and went out.
Love? What was it? Could it be?
Gave herself too freely, called back,
called down. The demons drove him
and drove him from her, from herself.
Broken, the edges sharp cuts spritits
and something more holy and precious
than blood spilled out, was lost. He got his end.
She was reclaimed by the water, the womb of loss.
Looking up at the sky, and the clear blue and clouds,
she smiles, laughs to herself, her garland crowd off
and floating down the river, to signal the passing of her,
as she sinks below, forever gone, maybe to peace at last.