Blacknight Poem by robert meadows

The wind whispered in the pines like a ghost moving slowly towards me.
I knew that it would happen this night for a circle of red went around the golden moon.
Then in an instant I saw her standing by the old barbed wire fence.
Her hair was waving in the wind like a flag on the day of death and battle.
Her skin was pale green and her eyes blazed like hot coals.
This was the woman that I had loved in another lifetime so long ago.
Oh God, how had she came to this, a spectre hideous and grim?
No more had I thought this, then I knew, for she had died in violent struggle trying to reach me.
On that night when she had died murdered by a man with cruel hatred and jealous of the love she had for me. There by the barbed wire fence she died with a knife in her back and I shot dead with a bullet in my heart.
So here we meet to move on into the black night forever lovers, forever friends, forever waiting for our night of vengence when we meet our killer here just beyond the veil of death.