RIVERS OF MOLTEN SILVER
CORUSCATING
IN HER EYES
AMONG THE RUINS
LOVE DESTROYED

LOST IN UNCERTAINTY
UNABLE TO FIND
THE PASSION
WHICH ONCE CAPTIVATED
US

LINGERING
WITH HOPE
THAT OUR RUNES
WILL BURN
ONCE AGAIN

BEAUTY ETERNAL
AS I AM TORN
ASUNDER
BY SUCH PAIN
JEALOUSY

EMERGING FROM
THE SHADOWS THAT
ENVELOPED ME
TO SEE
WHO I AM

YOURS
NO LONGER
THE CHOICE MINE
DESPITE AN
OBVIOUS LIE

I LOVE YOU.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Chronos, in the year 449 AF.