Rachael

She walked toward the window, careful not to be seen in the light

Looking for a sign of his arrival, pressing down the feelings deep inside

Synthetic vistas of a hopeful paradise, antiquated relics of a destiny gone by

Floating in the wake of desperate dreams, and captive to the whims of sinister things

Their time was like a bomb with anxious fuse, a fatal tryst of love inside a ruse

Trusting in their spoken declarations, amidst the cliffs of doubt and reservations

Urgent swells of hope and loss and love, beating down the prospect of the dove

The absurdity of what will be remains, but cannot be contained within the grin

Of the sniper who demands their very lives, the ticking of the clock is on his side

The beating of the drum is eminent, within the sphere of vital acts to come

The undoing of the end has just begun, and everything compels the dying sun