Here's another that I have just written on a thread in this forum.
How many books had the young lad read?
Mysterious tales of the living dead
Books of demons and ancient kings
Of magic lanterns and other things
He called up the visions of far distant lands
With their crystal clear waters and golden sands
But those visions were shadows, merely dreams in his head
For his whole life revolved round those stories he’d read
She stood there beside him grasping his hand
And hoping that this time -- he might, understand
That the woman beside him, once the love of his life
Was the woman he’d asked -- to one day, be his wife
Would the scent of her body, the touch of her hand
Bring back the memories of those nights on the sand
Unmoved by her presence, eyes fixed on the wall
His damaged poor brain, could never recall
Tears rolled down her cheek as she kissed him good bye
While whispering these words; “Why darling why?”
Leaving her Partner, after one final hug
She cursed that Last party, and cursed those damned drugs.... The Anointed.