A Lover's End

I cannot see, and I fail to hear,

the ballad of thy love,

As true love, has vanished from thy soul,

Like a withered, purple despair.

I lived for thee once upon a time,

I lived on silence, and your infinite face.

On Light, so bliss, it charmed once did,

So bright, among the haze.

My love's death was trajic,

although ,once, it was proof,

Once it was made of blood,

for your essence, was once true.

With its end, I came to see,

on my immortal prison abode,

Death spurns life, it sets you free,

upon the mystic road.

Your beauty lives on,

burning bright,

lighted mystic tree,

yet, you live like never before,

though unloved, by me.