On blackened wing he hovers in sorrows,
He’s caught in fusion of the endless night.
Her curse to leave his heart in field’s furrows,
Alone, despair the only thing in sight.
She stole his soul to feed her own desire,
The lies of love were nothing, empty dreams.
He drowns in rejection, burned by her fire,
The grief the truth that fill his haunting screams.
The pain will scar, no longer a free man,
The past twisted to create the demon.
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
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