Now do our eyes behold
The tidings which were told:
Twin fallen kings, twin perished hopes to mourn,
The slayer, the slain,
The entangled doom forlorn
And ruinous end of twain.
Say, is not sorrow, is not sorrow's sum
On home and hearthstone come?
Oh, waft with sighs the sail from shore,
Oh, smite the *****, cadencing the oar
That rows beyond the rueful stream for aye
To the far strand,
The ship of souls, the dark,
The unreturning bark
Whereon light never falls nor foot of Day,
Even to the bourne of all, to the unbeholden land.

Regained space was easily adopted
A night so frosty for a cold departure
Don't stop imagining
The thoughts of me were once so clean
I've went and dirtied them
Replaced your body
With the bones of him
Conceal your anguish with her broken lips
Words that don't fall are the ones you'll miss
She's a well dressed faux impressionist
Of the love you required
But lost on a night so frosty for a cold departure

Confusion,
Mammoth depth to your words,
In my head,
Shallow as they were intended,
Different meaning was sensed.
Amend to simplicity and concern
yourself with me.
For now dearest continue freely
Through uncomplicated mundanities.
At Once, At last, if never,
We will pass swiftly,
Quick grins,
Sweating palms,
Confusion.

Tossled leaves upon a matchbox,
an acorn marks the X on the map.
You were here,
now I've arrived.
Imediatley treasuring the gold inside
And now it scrapes and scratches and sores,
at this once touched neck,
You touched before,
Like a dainty noose,
Of chestnut coloured curls.