Her

The suns light beams through the branches of the tree tunnel
you entered.
Like her, beautiful! Like your lies you invented.

She smiled as the birds were singing.
Fantasied, as in the distance the same church bells as today, ringing.

Into her life you came.
Feeding and living from her pain.

Freedom, no longer waiting.
As you gloat in her death, we long for love, we can't let go of hating.