Catherine Blake slept fitfully in the
summer night. In the heat.
She murmured gently and moved smoothly
this way and that...
Catherine smiled. Took a fabulous breath
of summer air and tasted death
The seed of doom was planted.
The sad ones take their own lives.
Catherine Blake dreamt of a horror.
Of passion too and of terror.
Over her silent breast, shadows swept,
shades caressed
The Lord watched as his beloved slipped silently
Back into the darkness below.