Forever Like a Rock

Lately I've been learning about various writing styles other than my usual non-fiction.
Here is a stab at poetry.
This poem bears a dedication to my wife. "Forever Like a Rock" may our love be as hardcore.

Forever Like a Rock
By Jason Paone

Where shadows stir, here and there, at whim,
Waiting for her lover, she wants to be with him.
In the hollow, the cold, in the red trees bed,
moon light stirs the breathless; magic wakes the dead.

She waits beside the marble stone, her beloved to reclaim;
the cold will not dissuade her, love will not be tame.
Come hell’s fury, or the life eroding clock,
true lovers wait forever, forever like a rock.

A howl in the dark, a shiver on her lips,
a memory of his hand is left upon her finger tips.
Coiled in a soiled dress of deepest, darkest, red,
a living thing abides in the garden of the dead.

The silvery, winter breeze seems to call a name,
Eleanor...she springs to feet swiftly like a flame;
Light penetrates the forest, the moon breaks through a crack;
its gleam reveals a miner with cart on mining track.

A lump in her chest turns fiery hot -
she calls his name, he answers not.
Off she flies, into the black,
to find her love, to have him back.

Panting hard, with all her voice, she calls with every breath,
running in the midnight, she'll run herself to death.
Tears of love obscure her sight - she navigates by heart -
through the trees she gathers speed, piercing like a dart.

Pushing through switches and snow, she breaks beyond the fray;
below her feet what strange deceit ,the ground has slipped away.
A terror-stricken scream resounds, the darkness tows her down,
to underworld, the mining shaft, her wild eyes of brown

Deep into the earth she falls, afraid but not alone,
she hears her lover’s voice again, smells the scent of his cologne.
He's whispering a song for her, in the shadow of her death,
she smiles one last smile, breaths a final breath.

Crashing to the ground, she released her lovers hand,
in a soiled dress, deep and red, her broken body now aband.
Light penetrates the darkness, the moon breaks through a crack;
its gleam reveals a miner with cart on mining track.

She stands beside an empty shell; her lover finally came.
Death could not dissuade her; love will not be tame.
Come hell’s fury, or the life -eroding clock,
true lovers wait forever, forever like a rock.