I dreamed of you, wanderer
Marauder
I dreamed of your wild hair and your white smile
The grey eyes that held my gaze.
So alone, and so lost without your hand to guide me
I have no comfort without your breath on my back.
The darkness stole what it would never return
And what was not of the darkness to begin with.
I hold myself alone in this room
The scent of you still clinging to the sheets.
Our child's spirit bright with innocent incomprehension.
There is no torture greater than this.
To have loved, to have known the spice of completeness
With you
Was Heaven itself.
This Grim reality, this hell within the soul
Groaning of Gehenna a thousand years intensified.
My love
My soul bleeds tears that will never dry.
And they will ask in years to come
If, were I to know the end
Would I still live the story.
And I think of you, wanderer
Marauder
And I think of your grey eyes and your wild hair
And the scent of damp pumpkins on a cool morning
The dancing of a scarf in the wind
And I know that I would.
