She stared out of her dust covered window, into the garden. It once lived, she mused silently. It lived till he had died, now it is nothing but a garden of stone and thorns, a place where nothing grew anymore, nothing thrived there of beauty. He had been stolen from her, before she could ever realize how much was being taken for granted. He was her love, the only one that had walked the earth. Now, weathered and wrinkled, her only comfort was a painted picture. The painting had came from him, the one he was working in the orchard on that sad, sad day. Her painter, so talented, so young,now gone.
On that day, she regretted not looking for him. She figured that he fell asleep amongst the apples and the sweet grass that he loved so. The sun blazed its circle in the sky, followed by the sun's wife, the pale faced moon and then again the morning, happy and wondrous once again. She awoke alone, frustrated that he could stay out so long and not come home. She dressed cursing him under her breath and went to look for her absent minded lover.
The sun was high, but no longer beautiful, it threatened her. The birds once cheerful now scorned her. She, for the first time since they had met, really felt alone. Breaking into a cold sweat, she screamed out his name. She ran through the orchards, frantic and afraid. Then she saw him. Next to where he lay was the painting for her, his favorite brush in his cold,still hand. She knew then he was gone from her. She cursed the gods and beat on his chest. NO! Her body couldn't go on anymore, so tired she laid down next to him and kissed his cold blue lips.
One solitary tear flooded her eye and escaped onto her cheek. She looked away from the grimey window to look at the painting once more. His craft, her curse. As she looks upon the painting, the fire slowly loses its life. The vibrant colors becoming more and more dim as the fire dies. Her eyes are so heavy, she just wants sleep.
As the ashes from the fire grew cold she took her last breath. She finally slept and crossed the river.
The Requiem
