Looming, longing, once belonging.
Trapped, contrived, derived.
Loved, lost, then lonely.
Seeming, teeming,never brimming.
Anger, anguished, agitated.
Engrained in endless energy.
Inside, thoughts thoroughly thralled.
Cantankerous, can't continue onward.
Always hallowed, harkening to be handled.
Spinning, spiraling, specifically untold.
Ideas within the mind.

I'll never forget the time she cried,
The time she called my name.
The time I broke undoubtedly
The time that caused me pain
Her voice it trembled, the fear it spoke
The fear it sounded
My heart was broke
It changed me deeply
Caused my soul to weep
Composure gone, with none to keep
Rattled into tears.
Playing out my nightmares
Giving into fears.
Carved into me, engraved so deeply.
I cannot seem to shake,
Forcing me to wake.
Locked within a cell,
Left with time to dwell
In this living hell.

Treasure I was given
None could take its place
Nothing I've received
Could ever match its grace
Elegant, intelligent,
So bright and always kind.
Given was another gift
Bedazzled was my mind.
Always thankful,
Forever indebted.
Valued over all.
Purpose it had given me,
Heeded was the call.
Loved above the highest wealth.
It made me rich in heart.
Never could I leave it lonely,
For I'd be ripped apart.
Part of me it had become,
Binding me to it.
A possession?
No. I think not.
To name it so would be a sin.
I call it by identity,
A teasure from within.
Came with it serenity.
And trouble all the same.
Treasure it will always be,
Hence why it's the name.
So heavenly its been to me,
To possess such a gift.
Torn asunder when I lost it,
Within me such a rift.

Trapped in snow,
My carriage enthralled.
Only sound I hear, the ravens call.
The wolves in the distance,
Their cries do tease.
Carried on the bite of winters breeze.
The trek is hopeless,
No end in sight.
I shudder fiercely in limitless night.
No fire to warm.
No stars to light.
Dawn approaches through snow ladden trees.
I cannot help but feel at ease.
Stopped to rest, my body weary.
Sleep does come, so dark and dreary.
My body numb.
No tears to cry.
Frozen dead is where I lie.
Knawed upon by bear and bird,
By wolf and shrew.
Consumed by beasts just passing through.
Bones lay picked clean,
Dressed by morning dew.
Fragmented, scattered, is where I remain.
Haunted eternally by the ravens refrain.

Seeping,weeping,ever creeping
tears roll down his face.
Nothing more is there for him
from those who took his base.
From which he stands.
From which he gets his strength.
Whats left? A shell, a hollow man,standing in his place.
On knifes edge he dances freely.
The direction known is naught-
Which way to fall or how to climb.
All knowledge he forgot.  
Will he falter? Lay down and die?
Or find the truer path?
To succeed,  to survive, he must abide.
He must do what they ask.
Do not wallow, do not cry, nor to chant in fear.
These things he knows,
but so distant they appear.
On an island, off the shore,
found through telescope.
Locked within a tower leering,
There remains his hope.