Sit with me in silent revelry,
This party so lively, here for the lonely,
But there's something wrong with this picture,
My situation should be far more obscure,
And I feel fine,
Even though, you're long gone

The heat from your lips, still lingers on my cheek,
And my fingers are tingly, from their base to their peaks,
A passionate fire, my heart beating in time,
With despair and desire,
But you're long gone.

The whispers of a thousand, ghosts is calming tonight,
The silence in my head, echoes way out of sight,
Following a path made of petals from white roses,
The only thing that hints, you stayed in our home,
And I feel fine,
Even though, you're long gone

The memory of your anger, still makes sad at night,
As I sit and reminisce, of great times with delight,
Such a passionate fire, my heart beating in time,
With despair and desire,
But you're long gone.

And I'll never forget,
The strength of the meaning,
Of your mother's vase flying straight for,
My head.
What can I say as I sit here and ponder,
They way things went,
The way that they ended,
I'm sure I'd say I'm sorry,
But you're long gone

But the heat from your lips, still lingers on my cheek,
As I sit and reminisce, my fingers tingle to their peaks,
This roaring inferno, my heart beating in time,
And I feel fine,
I feel fine,
Yes I feel fine,
But you're long gone
You're still long gone


Riashain a'Bertal
The Bard Lord

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Ero, in the year 380 AF.