The night was calm and peaceful, eucalyptus filled the air.
Waiting by the Jordon shores, I wore lavender and jasmine woven within my hair.
Anxiously I waited for my beloved to consummate our love.
We chose to deny this god of man;
Failing to recognize our union; asking us to forsake our love.
I saw the tempest clouds rise on the horizon; raging winds began to blow.
I chose to ignore the signs of fate that awaited my beloved; I refused to let him go.
Shadows crept upon me, the Muses were at my back;
Haunting me with thoughts of his demise;
His end was growing near, his time of death upon me, the loss I always feared.
Confirmed by his mother, the pain etched upon her brow.
I knew his time had come; his time of death was now.

Resonating like thunder was the hammer upon the nail.
The tearing of his flesh; his skin grew pale and ashen, his body limp and frail.
Etched upon my spirit; a rape of heart and soul;
I witnessed the death of my beloved; the man who completes me,
the man who makes me whole.
With tears of desperate sorrow, oils and herbs of the earth, I anointed his temple.
I cleansed and wrapped his broken body, in the finest silken linen;
His love is of the heavens, he be not of this earth.
Nestled safe within my womb was the fruit of our love;
Fruit of his loins a joy I wished to share with him, a joy I’d not yet spoken of.
Engraved above our hearts, I chose the number three.
He knew not of the fruit, nourished by my fertility.
I brushed the hair from his face.
I saw the markings of the crown.
I kissed his precious lips.
I lay my body down.
My life had no rhyme or reason,
It’s meaning silenced by his death.
Empty, void of all life I sank to the abyss;
The dark and endless hole; for without his love,
I am without a soul.
His head upon my breast, my soul began to weep.
I held him close to my heart and rocked us both to sleep