The Last Words

A monstrous elegy.

I watched you fall for gravity’s embrace;
My arms now held your reckless corpse instead.
I stared upon your newly lifeless face
And vowed to resurrect you from the dead.
I found, within a tome of occult lore,
A spell to grant your heart an extra beat—
The time enough to bid farewell, no more—
An epilogue to make our tale complete.
With candles lit and arcane symbols drawn,
I thumped your silent chest on midnight’s stroke—
A gasp proclaimed a vital spark reborn,
Which sighed away, as soon as you awoke.
I whispered what I needed you to know:
“You slipped, you clumsy bint—I told you so!”