A Strident Grief

Twenty years I prayed, I pleaded for Him to intercede 
I've never loved another one for she is all I need 
I followed the tenants of the church, I toiled selflessly 
My wife, my love, I miss her so, return her please to me 
It seemed my work upon this land had earned me no reply 
Long life, such a cursed thing, must I wait until I die? 
My bent back in service of Him, all I had for tender 
Like letters, my prayers to Him, marked return to sender 
September, cold, drab and dreary, a knock upon the door 
Standing there, returned to me, her skin a death white pallor 
My heart renewed its beating force, I ushered her inside 
We spent the night in pure rejoice, reversed the ebbing tide 
She donned her favorite flowered dress, I kept it all this time 
It hung quite loose upon her bones, her smile was so sublime 
We danced, we cried, we clung so close, it was so bitter sweet 
Our night together, she said to me, never could repeat 
She vanished with the rising sun, I sought to go with her 
Fading into nothingness, she uttered one last whisper 
Just one more night you had to wait for us reunited 
You failed to see beyond your grief, mortals so short sighted 
Didn't know my end was due, if only I had waited 
With left hand, the deal was signed, to see my dear departed 
Now I'll spend eternity with the Red Hand of the Knife 
Forever trapped in his domain instead of with my wife
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