Princess Eloise #14 - Rapture

Across her tongue a trickling

In her throat a spreading warming

Her senses waking, quickening

A memory of horror warning

Vision blurred but slowly clearing
Eloise no longer fearing

Extremities to life transforming

The Boy attentive, teardrops falling

She gasps and reaches for the Boy

Her face and his suffused with joy

She pulls him close and kisses lips

She never thought again to kiss

They dress themselves in Forest Green

Him her king and her his queen

Then from the Ossuary's bones

Two heaps arrange upon the stones

Thus they fill their burial shrouds

Upon the marble slab

Then crematoria create

With oil from the lamp

The guards came running to the flame

That Boy and Eloise concealed

Despite a quest to lay the blame

Their subterfuge was not revealed

In the Royal Mausoleum

'Prince' and 'Princess' were cremated

By the flames and no one marked

The gardener and his girl elated

Swallowed by the Forrest Grim

And no one sees her turn to him

And kiss the Boy who loves her so

Who kisses her and then they go

Away from crown and court and duty

To a life of love and beauty

To the life he promised her

When he was but a gardener