A cold dark hall
I sit here in this cold dark hall.
Wondering why you won't call?
What did I do? What did I say?
That caused you to go away?
There are torches upon every wall.
A raging fire burns, there, at the end of the hall.
Odd! It feels cold and bleak...
I try to call the servants, but I can't speak.
In the shadows a spectar haunts.
Sadly I know just what it wants...
I'm growing numb, it won't be long.
Too soon it ended our song.
This poem too was written shortly after suffering a heart
break. I post these here to remind myself of just how much
I have gained.
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