There is a place I used to know quite well,
It rained quite often, I love those smells,
On occasion I was visited by some I love,
They would venture down from a place above,
I would smile as they slowly reached my essence,
They would stand aghast, mouths agape in reverence,
At the ramparts around us for it was a castle,
But when I think back I have fought my last battles,
The place I once knew is now in a state of decay,
The shrines to things lost always force you to pay,
For my friends that once came no more exhale the day,
This place is long forgotten, shrouded in doubt,
When I try to return it just kicks me out,
No longer can I feast with my brothers,
Because the place I once knew is cursed by my lovers,
They like to pretend I no longer exist,
I tried to end it; I put up my fist,
But the thing that most haunts me is the lack of your kiss,
But no more will I envy you, your carefree bliss,
For the last time has come when I think of your eyes,
Because every time I sleep my dream slowly dies.