Tranquilly these tears wither alongside my blemished cheeks.
Hands folded, I kneel down and implore.

The birds hum their mourning in my coppice,
The clouds obscure the sun.
The rain cascades soothingly upon my empty shoulders,
My back masked in thorns.

I am everlastingly forlorn. Cast away by you.
I am perpetually yours. Ever in the dimness.

You held me eminent once. Now I lie in the omission of my own
melancholy.

Dispirited in love, I revisit the seclusion of whispers.
Ever imperceptibly reassuring me to slumber, for all time.

My love, my life, my end.
May we unite and unearth the blaze of zeal in an alternative epoch,
In another space.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Mayan, in the year 356 AF.