Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Dying Dancer

It was Valentine's day we met.

I felt a true love had begun.

Then you left me, and I would fret,

Our loving two hearts, now just one,

That throbbed inside of me until

I could not bear it anymore.

And so to make my heart go still,

A knife I plunged in, and watched pour,

My blood spraying and splashing out,

And forming pools all around be.

Then I began dancing about,

Yearning so, that you were with me.

I danced in blood from my broken heart.

I died in pain on my bloody art.