His Gift To Her

The pendant gleamed into the distance,
he had left it during his existence,
its light danced with the sun’s ray,
she could see it was nearly end of day,
as the sky welcomed the moon without resistance.

The intricate pattern ran along the fringe,
glistening with jewels, just a tinge,
it was as if the shimmer was alive,
spinning and spinning, and waiting to dive,
glowing red hot and then it goes, singe.

This chain was a gift,
well that was the drift,
it was like no other,
but really I would rather,
give it back to him in a swift.