Poetry Contest Entry

Love’s Life Lost

~By Morgann Crystal T'Shrel

The night was pitch black, and a thick fog was settling in over the old deserted road. I looked to my love, my life. She was as beautiful as an Angel. Crystal was in her white dress with the neck that slopes suggestively to her bosom than flows gracefully down her slender frame to the ground where it seemingly defies gravity and hangs just above her ankles.
"Darling are you sure you need to get home?" I asked with concern creeping into my voice.
"Yes, I have to get to the house because my parents are waiting. Chris, you know how they are," Crystal responded while heading to the truck.
I stood there watching her walk off with blond hair swishing back and forth like a pendulum. My wits came back to me, and I started after her. I made my way to the passenger’s side of the truck. Crystal opened the door and entered, a cold chill running down my spine as I opened the door and entered into the black abyss of loss.
She started the truck and put it into first gear. The coffin started to roll forward drawn by what could only be the tree-headed Cerberus pulling us to the gates of Hades.
"Honey," spoke my Angel, "do you love me?"
"Darling, you know I love you with my whole heart," I replied sincerely yet with and edge of fear in my voice, "Angel Eyes, what makes you ask that?"
"No reason other than I like the way your voice sounds when you say you love me," she said. Her voice was tender and silky; it melted my already stolen heart. I looked into her clear, sky blue eyes then back onto the jet black road. I was drifting between the darkness of sleep and the blackness of consciousness. Like a dream, I saw the red back lights of the truck followed by the blinding lights of an oncomeing car. Then the smell of burning rubber, the deafening sound of tires warring for traction on the iced-over road. The rubber lost. The truck lost control and careened off the road into the ditch before it rammed a frozen tree. I shot my arm out to pull my darling back into the seat.
"Love, are you okay?!" I screamed even though I knew the answer would never come.
Acting on emotions, I pulled her and myself out of the truck and lay her down on my coat. I raced back to the truck and found the black phone then ran back to my fallen and battered angel as I opened the phone and called for the ambulance.
Her crimson life-blood mingled with mine as I held her close to me. I could see the splinters protruding out of her still young body. I sat there with her head against my chest crying into her now blood matted golden curls. The ambulance came like a banshee of ancient Ireland. The medics whisked us off to the hospital. We were admitted, and my angel was sent straight to the operating room while I was taken to an adjoining room after my wounds were properly treated. I drifted slowly into the blessed comfort of sleep.
"Sir, sir, wake up!" came the soft voice of then nurse. "She has come out of surgery, sir, WAKE UP!"
I was slowly pulled back to the accursed reality of that night. The nurse was helping me up and into a wheelchair. I positioned myself in to the chair, and she rolled me to where Crystal was. The doctor stopped her with a soft sentence.
"Nurse Fairland, I would like to have a word with him before he enters."
"Yes Dr. Freeson," she said and left me with the doctor to go back to her normal duties.
"Son, she is in a bad state. We tried our best, but she suffered too many injuries. Her body has been punctured by over 200 different splinters. The injuries are too numerous to have hope. She will live for about three more days, but her body will give out and she will die. She did call for you; she wants to see you and, given her condition, I will allow it." Dr. Freeson trailed off then looked back at the door that led to her bed.
"Doctor is that all?" I asked timidly.
"Yes, that is it," he replied before he pushed me into her room and by her bed.
I looked into the face of the one that had taken my heart, and I knew that at this moment a part of me died. She looked back with those eyes that could melt a heart of stone, and I cried on her arm until the yellow rays of the sun illuminated our rooms.
I stayed with her for to more days, and then I was forced to go back to my room to get some rest. Barely two hours had passed, and I was again ushered into her room. I was helped up to her bed, and she spoke.
"Darling.. do you love me?
"Of course, I do," I choked out of a through that threatened to close on me. "You know I love you with my whole heart, Angel."
I then moved a lock of her soft golden hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek gently.
"Hold me, Love, for I know I am dying," she whispered.
I picked up her soft frame into my arms and pulled it close to my body. We stayed there for what seemed to be a thousand eternities. I felt the rhythmic movements of her chest against my arms and body. Then they suddenly stopped, and I knew my heart turned to an icy black marble. I had lost my love as well as my heart. She had taken it with her to the other side.

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