Death Knight

My knight in a shinny armor has died.
Drowned in his own coldness.
His eyes are green no more, his red heart nevermore.
Now all that exists is a shadow of what once I loved.
And that shadow haunts me.
I can feel it, in the back of my head, watching...
Waiting.
For the right moment to strike, and leave my corpse to be eaten by hungry dogs.
Surely my madness has already assumed that the path to self destruction is shorter if I stay close.
Surely the shadow of my loved one does not have eyes or heart anymore.
And why you ask?
Because where too lovely green orbs were, now lyes a hole, filled with the most horrid of beasts.
Because where a lovely blood red heart once ticked, now lyes a raven... Calling my name forevermore...