• O'er fields of blinding grains of blood and bone,
    Life's Light stops shining under bloated Storm,
    Cruel Fate! Promise for which I need atone,
    My friend your skin grows cold and pale, once warm.
    I clutch your soul's empty husk to my breast,
    Both cursing and praising the day we met
    By chance in dreary streets where none do rest,
    Now grieving Heart is severed from your net.
    My world is broken and torn asunder,
    Scattered, the pieces rain down from above,
    Mocking me with cries of distant Thunder
    While Soul laments the dying Heart's last love.
    My Goddess sleeps with those who've gone before,
    Where the Rain falls softly forever more.
    Fr33z3r_burn