Darkest of Dark, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Tonight apt to be the darkest of dark
She lies quietly in her bed of straw
On this night she shall not be a skylark
A struggle for every breath she does draw

Being friends since do not remember when
Moving my hand slowly across her head
Never to have such a friendship again
For this bleak darkness is my watershed

Stroking downward on her velvetiness
How her blackness shines in this shallow light
Memory makes me smile in this darkness
Fear never again shall we say good night

Only my lonely heartbeat do I hear
Tears for her shall fall for many a year