Epitaph

Like leaves lay scattered among moors after a mournful breeze,

Her thoughts lay scattered in her mind, distorted with unease.  

She cannot focus on mere fripperies whilst mesmerised by death,  

And every glance she casts upon it leaves her gasping for a breath,

She’s broken. 
               He's trapped her in his morbid glare;

Denies the life she used to lead, and sheds small tears from her despair.
The ice that streams across his face like pretty creeks of desolation

Form shallow lakes and freeze her heart,
                                                                  numbing away the trepidation.