June 21, 2018

without you my poems dont rhyme
my adjectives are never profound
you're the only one i know so sublime
my rhythms fathom without sound

i am Avunchnzel and you are my lexicon
waiting for you to return home
like meridia's lost beacon
but stolen thou art from me
and you have no power to return
neither do i to seek thee
for fearful am i to search the urn
in the catacombs they lie, hiding the most precious gem