The wind, a cruel and envious guest,

  Screamed ‘round the cliff where we confessed

  Our hearts, laid bare beneath the moon’s pale eye,

  Now torn asunder by your bitter cry.

  Your words, like shards of obsidian thrown,

  Shattered the fragile peace we’d known.

  Each syllable a dagger, sharp and deep,

  Awakening the demons I would keep

  Entombed within the silence of my soul,

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  Now writhing, clawing, taking their dark toll.

  saw the storm begin to brew and swirl,

  Reflected in the tempest of your world.

  Your eyes, once pools where tender starlight gleamed,

  Now brimmed with fury, wild and undreamed.

  “You never loved me!” – the accusation flew,

  A poisoned arrow piercing me through.

  I reached for you, my hands a desperate plea,

  To anchor you, to hold you close to me.

  But something in your gaze, a chilling frost,

  Declared our fragile union forever lost.

  The precipice, a shadow at your feet,

  Became the altar of our love’s defeat.

  I watched, a statue carved of dread and pain,

  As you embraced the storm, the wind, the rain.

  A flicker of defiance, then a sigh,

  And with a whisper swallowed by the sky,

  You turned your back, a silhouette so stark,

  And plunged into the unforgiving dark.

  The echo of your fall, a hollow sound,

  Now mocks the silence where my heart is bound.

  The cliff face weeps, the stars refuse to shine,

  And in this desolation, I am thine,

  Forever haunted by your final leap,

  Where love and sorrow eternally sleep.

  Until we meet again my dear reader,

  my lover, my friend.

  -A. Nonymous