beyond compare.

Count the hours ,
she said to her self,
As she placed old memories,
within the bin beside her bed,
Crippling,
the worries within her head,
Cast them out the villainous ink,
No more does this heart,
need to drink drops of poisonous blood,
amongst air,
as he ride his silver horse somewhere,
casting beauty beyond compare,
Seek the glorious light this night,
Emptiness to be with brim,
leaving behind the rubbish only,
letting this new love in.