Gah t’is silent heart of mine,
bitter must be a day so fine,
once again shall life remind,
this heart of mine alone shall dine,
every so often prospect shall find,
only to turn to ashes white,
why fate tis dark deserve do I,
I pray to gods both dark and light?
Only so much can one heart take,
before in darkened husk it breaks,
try to be brave, try to be patient,
empty words to soul this drained,
thus begins a circle so deadly and true,
no bitter soul is found to be gently and cool,
prospects would dry even more,
loneliness thus reigns evermore.