The Sin

Under the withered webs they wept --

Their wings tipped in sorrow --

One of their own - another was lost --

No longer to be kept

No joy and laughter on the morrow

He paid with his life, a dearly cost

Many slashes dripped in blood --

With a raszors edge sharp and true --

A battle well fought, that none, this time did win --

They gathered his body; from the mud

His wings and hair a silver match, now a gray of deathly hue

They carried and buried him amongst the honoured, for this was not his
sin.

They all cried under flourescent lights --

Their shoulders sagged in utter confusion --

One so young had passed away --

Her inks and paints will no longer give sights

Her instruments and clothes, will now be in seclusion

Her fairies trust, now dead; no longer hold sway

Many slashes dripped in bood --

With a razors edge sharp and true --

A battle well fought, that none, this time did win --

In a room where she had laid, sits in a vase a single bud

Her eyes are closed and yet who would know with her dress of ivory blue

She's been laid to rest, with a stone above, "please forgive us - our
sins".

Beautifully written, so sad when someone takes their own life, a tribute
to someone?