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.