A veil masks the bride from a groom, covered in black and soot.
The dirt, built over so long, now forces the two deafened to each other.
They do not understand the other anymore, it doesn't not seem the bride cares.
She may take the veil off but chooses not to.
She enjoys the ignorance of her happy isolation, unwilling to face the world again.
Love has been abandoned from her eyes and ears, she sings to herself assuming she is happy.
Her make believe casts the groom into madness, unable to remove the veil unless she allows him.
They are not wed, she misses the world but wishes not to get hurt again.
The groom understands but wants to change it, though his counterpart is unresponsive.
He waits for her to take the veil off, for them to talk. 
Patiently, he wants not to disturb her with muffled noises through the soot.
He looks at other couples and fair maidens, but cannot leave while hope remains.
The hope of a love restored keeps him kneeling at the alter, and drives him insane.
He wishes not to abandon her, for he loves her madly but knows he has done wrong.
He has built the soot on the veil and he knows it.
He can take away the caked mask but only if she lets her.
He is told such is a lost cause, not even wanted by his wife-to-be.
He is unsure what she thinks, though he hopes it is of him.
He wants so badly to be with her, but he knows only time will tell when she will take the mask off.
Worse yet, he knows not whether her decision is final: her taunting no and her agonizing taunts.
He wants her back so very badly, but he does not know how she really feels. 
How do you abandon someone so close?
How do you leave someone you love?
How do you do what you think is right and prove your worth?
You fight.
You use hope as your shield, faith as your spear and love as your sword to fight adversity and right wrongs you don't deserve to amend, because everyone has a spark of good, and those truly sorry will prove their worth with all their might, no matter what the cost.

Bright stars and sunken trees, 
Your everything and more.
Wide clouds and swing sets, 
Your body keeps me warm.
Written letters and set dreams, 
Kiss away the cold.
Friends may leave, times may change
But I'll never let you go.

Trapped in the cocoon of what has become my own life,
I emerge a butterfly through deaths metamorphosis 
And fly on.

One pace north and my kisses are dry
My family waves, the townspeople cry.
Make them proud, return with riches,
Be a good boy, fulfill their wishes.

Ten paces north and the crowd resigns
As I walk past the trees, new oaks and old pines.
I see my family and still hear their clamour,
Hoping to one day return with glamour.

A hundred paces north and I am the road
I know of no county, I have no home.
No longer faces, no longer names,
Empty holes in my pocket as is in my brain.

Countless paces and I'm back where I've started,
Rejoining again with the town I once parted.
Years of travel have weathered my name,
What the road did to me did to my home the same.

So this, I am told, is the traveler's woe,
What was once a warm home is now a cold cove.
I remember the place, though the names are forgotten,
The proud boy died on the road he had trodden.

Chaos, trouble, mysterious air
Shines down from the heavens glorious despair.
The morning star has left his realm
The shining knight has surely fell.
A god once stood among mortal men
Now resides in the backdrop of his own relent,
The voice of a people contently mute
Was pushed, had fallen from shame, the golden chute.
A generation now takes his place,
A crowded room built on Gods disgrace.
A history written on burnt flesh
Cares none of the fearless, the brave, the honest.
A people who carelessly torture poor souls 
Has turned His head to the heavy toll,
One must be paid to replace the strife
Of every man who thinks himself right,
For to each his own (so they say),
A cross for every, a toll to be paid.
Suffering and pleasure never existed in skin
And therefore the traitors are those who give in.
Those who stop fighting have already lost,
The hearts of good men tarnished are the coins for the cost.