he walks the empty filled streets, hearing only the echo of his footsteps amid the thunder of a thousand walks. there exists only himself, haunted by a deep loneliness. an empty heartbeat is his only companion.
it has been a year since sadness befell him, and the magic of the enchanted stirred within. how can days be so empty, yet teeming with life? oh how the halls echo in his empty cry. her image haunts him, and agony halts his step, heavy and daunting.
she is his destiny, and she denied him
he cannot have another, her place can never be filled
when will this road paved with pain ever end?
the hopes within have withered, there stands only a weeping willow amidst.the future only reveals darkness, he sees not a minute to it.the shadows play pranks creeping about, shaping her ghoulish figure. the air of fairy wood paints her vividly in his mind. he longs for his tribulations to empty forth in a flood, but not even a trickle will oblige him.the coffers of the weeping will offer him no solace.
she is his life, he walks the realm of the dead while living.
he cannot embrace another, she only is his comfort
will he be ever free of this dungeon of the forlorn?
it has been a year since sadness befell him, and the magic of the enchanted stirred within. how can days be so empty, yet teeming with life? oh how the halls echo in his empty cry. her image haunts him, and agony halts his step, heavy and daunting.
she is his destiny, and she denied him
he cannot have another, her place can never be filled
when will this road paved with pain ever end?
the hopes within have withered, there stands only a weeping willow amidst.the future only reveals darkness, he sees not a minute to it.the shadows play pranks creeping about, shaping her ghoulish figure. the air of fairy wood paints her vividly in his mind. he longs for his tribulations to empty forth in a flood, but not even a trickle will oblige him.the coffers of the weeping will offer him no solace.
she is his life, he walks the realm of the dead while living.
he cannot embrace another, she only is his comfort
will he be ever free of this dungeon of the forlorn?
Comments