Muse I ask you do not be so fickle
Please show me your care and great beauty
For from this pen the ink does not trickle
And this ached heart has lost its duty
Great was the day we danced and dined
Better the nights which gave us spark
Moonlight strolls crisp air your hand in mine
Things that were beautiful go bump in the dark
Stranger those feelings the day you left
Feelings of which since i have never known
Left me for dying without any breath
Cruel was the emotion that was shown
For I was but a boy without any favor
Young and scared just frightened of shadows
This bitter taste I can and shall not savor
Or give it passageway upon hallowed
Muse I beg of you please do reunite
The spark of your energy with my soul
For to the death I swear I would fight
For these two halves to finally be whole
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