Watch as this tear falls into empty space
In the dark I cry for a nameless face.
A girl who seemed to fall from grace
This girl on my mind each ever-loving-night
Blurred emotions, lost is sight
Buried in pain, worry, and fright
A single tear is all it takes
Then I mourn for a lover's embrace
And she is gone without a trace
The girl, I never knew her name
Love is cruel to play such a game
She was gone in a fit of flame
A wracking sob has broken free
It shakes my lungs and continues to be
Now the whole lodging house can plainly see
What true love and love gone has done to me
I scream in rage at the wicked game of fate
The devil's hunger for souls no feast can sate
All consumed in fits of unearthly hate
Even as I write
Tears stain this moonlit night
And never again will Dutchy lose sight
For it has come time to end my life.
***
that was the most depressing of all. Don't worry, for future reference, the LH boys stop him before he kills himself. This will probably be the only poem chapter, but the poetic muse might visit again somewhere down the line.
--Chronicles Bailey
In the dark I cry for a nameless face.
A girl who seemed to fall from grace
This girl on my mind each ever-loving-night
Blurred emotions, lost is sight
Buried in pain, worry, and fright
A single tear is all it takes
Then I mourn for a lover's embrace
And she is gone without a trace
The girl, I never knew her name
Love is cruel to play such a game
She was gone in a fit of flame
A wracking sob has broken free
It shakes my lungs and continues to be
Now the whole lodging house can plainly see
What true love and love gone has done to me
I scream in rage at the wicked game of fate
The devil's hunger for souls no feast can sate
All consumed in fits of unearthly hate
Even as I write
Tears stain this moonlit night
And never again will Dutchy lose sight
For it has come time to end my life.
***
that was the most depressing of all. Don't worry, for future reference, the LH boys stop him before he kills himself. This will probably be the only poem chapter, but the poetic muse might visit again somewhere down the line.
--Chronicles Bailey
