Anchorage

n. the desire to hold on to time as it passes

He was slain by the frost
that shone in her silver eyes
He perished at the whisper
From her ungrateful lips

Never had he imagined
To see world where he now stood
Never had he thought
His home would be his grave

Had he spent years in nothingness
Waiting for this unfortunate day
Had he wasted his youth
So could die unhappy in this age

The war was now a comfort
The bullets would have been kinder
For the love he left had died
Leaving emptiness in its stead