The paper tore itself from his tears.
The world was dark and gloomy.
He wished some soul would hear
His tired and shattered melancholy.
They were naught but child
When the spark in their heart grew wild.
Oh how he hoped for the past days
Sitting on the shore, lost in their own ways.
The day came at last, broken dreams and incomplete goals,
The stark white paper and written letters like obsolete coals.
The man, the saviour, but the cain of his able, said those words that made his heart cripple.
A tumor at the edge of her vision, a visitor feeding of her own provision.
The coins fell like drops on a lake, oh how he wished she never brake.
But as it may be by the lords wish,
Her mind had lost the deadly skirmish
He gave all he owned for the one chance,
But condemned he was to see a last glance, carry in his heart a broken and dead romance.
The guilt in his mind festered and grew
He felt to himself, the end came anew.
The glass shattered, the people screamed,
He cared naught, for his love had smiled and beamed.
Oh was the tragedy of a mans heart,
Love given once never came apart
The two met at the life's crossroad
And made it their abode.
And Hades, the dreaded king
Saw the love and bestowed
The gift of easy life and gold
For even he understood the love and feeling