I've seen what horror can befall a man.
I stand atop this cliff, outward I gaze
and begin to recall how it began
as memory obscures my mind in haze.

I remember how, smiling, bright with joy,
you came to me with hope one fateful night.
You spoke a promise, one that would destroy
my fears and banish darkness from my sight.

A promise that, in hindsight, ****** my soul
for nothing holy comes without a price.
You gave of yourself, saved me, made me whole,
and now, without you, my heart fills with ice.

I've seen what horror can befall a man,
though, more important, is that here I stand.