“Unmade and Still”

 In a dream I have seen 
how life will be for me in theme 
forlorn and forgotten plot 
for she who would no more morn 
but ever mock 
Of scarlet growth beneath the rot
Within the dirt, like raven locks 
obscuring eyes of vehement despair, 
Erase my words, displace my will 
With a shadowy stealth, 
Unmade and still