Clutches of Despair

Cries and pain
a subtle blade rending
flesh and remembrance.
Her days wasted in grief
words unsaid, feelings unrevealed.
Sorrow brandishes the scythe
harrows the will to live
the clutches of despair seize
the whispers of affection.

The day the glances met
The epilogue was set
The dame was meant to be
Thy widow

Must not know fear.
Must shed no tears.
The hooded one
shall never leave a deed undone.

Stone and sand swept by winds
replace thy warm embrace
horizon still conceals the setting sun
though now she stands, thou rests.

Footprints relentlessly halved
emptiness imbues all

nothing more will be as was
paths have met, then torn apart.

Widow crawling through her mind
a growing need of taken time, of open eyes
Drowning in her cries

of taken time, of open eyes
the cruel crime of broken ties
Drowning in her cries

a subtle blade rending
flesh and remembrance.
Her days wasted in grief

The day the glances met
The epilogue was set
The dame was ment to be
Thy widow

must not know fear.
must shed no tears.
the hooded one

Widow must not know fear.
Widow must shed no tears.
Widow, the hooded one

shall never leave a deed undone.
She shall rejoin her dearest one
when grains remained shall be none
the sandglass will conclude the tale
the scythe will shine and will not fail.

The day the glances met
The epilogue was set
The dame was ment to be
The day the glances met
The epilogue was set
The dame was ment to be

Thy widow