when what we had was surely true;
and yet the links seem so frail
that you, I now so barely even know.
What has brought it all to pass,
this rift so deep, truly dark
which yawns between us now,
and makes the world so stark?
When did the demons do their work,
to suck your love, to never shirk,
destroy connections heart had wrought;
stamp deep our bond in evil’s dirt?
There was a time I thought I knew,
the fate our angels deeply drew,
but now I see it all destroyed;
fidelity made deathly, bitter brew.