Stone

It was under such skies,

Of which she was the eer,

Black with ten thousand eyes.

Mithra.

With such just weeping tears

That fear unleashed vex

From the jaws of her soul.

Cerberus.

It snapped and snarled,

Ripped and tore

Asunder from that of my whole.

Like that of a Juggernaut

Slaying the Gods

In spite, she slew me

With mercy no more.

"Abhor," said she

"Do I to thee.

You wretched of Adam.

Like Cain thrown to sea

Of sand." I stand no more.

Not here. For my heart is gone.

Bled in her hand it stays

Forever. Though I may endeavour

Through tears to attain

What was once gained

Through love and through pain.

Amore.

So long has it been,

That cast out of mind

The feel of joy and laugh.

December now falls,

A corridor calls,

I answer as light does fade.