Mayumi Hernandez, “The Eminence in Pink”
Out on the Heights, where wily wind blows free
A love untamed, for all to see.
Our souls entwined, yet worlds apart,
A fiery bond, a broken heart.
No words were said from my pale face.
While you roamed the moors in bitter rage.
A whispered vow, a promise lost,
A heavy price, a painful cost.
Spinning our own versions of the past,
Of youthful dreams that couldn’t last,
A wuthering passion, turned to blight,
Consumed by darkness, endless cold nights.
Our unuttered words, a cruel divide,
As wounded pride began to ride.
Across the fields, our love forlorn,Â
Left nothing but my ghostly form.