(Canto II coming soon)
It was so long ago, my mourning dove,
When I could hear the melodies you sung,
The solemn dirge that fell from high above,
Accompanied, the bells of hatred rung.
Paralysis engulfs this weary lung,
I cannot breathe as anger leaves me lame,
But I can taste the hatred on my tongue
Whenever I attempt to speak your name.
When only worthless memories exclaim;
A history of broken hopes and dreams,
A shaken past I never would reclaim,
But leave to drown beneath the icy streams…
Within your wake a hatred will remain
To comfort wounds in shadows of disdain.