Love Lost
To drop my chalice filled with passion's pain
From crooked hands clenched in your darkest mind
Its wormwood drought, is less of bile that stains
Let spill and wash this earthen floor of time
Quickly flee from this dung lit realm of shades
And seek your silver empty cup to fill
In pouring fountains of the willing hearts
That always flow beyond the farthest hill
It's where I lost your love for evermore
Drift into dark before the setting sun
Fled my world like shadows the light abhors
Pierced my beating heart until night begun
A monument now crumbles in my heart
Left to lay as false love, a stone rampart
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