when we three were parted
and tears had been shed
i, cast into shadow,
a husk in my stead
the language you speak
the syntax of lies
a shrouded deceit
cloaking your spies
no vengence i seek
no pain i demand
insted of your blood
just taller I'll stand
in secret you met
in defiance I wait
my love shall be forfeit
and my hate shall never
abate.
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 4:57 AM UTC
when we three were parted
and tears had been shed
i, cast into shadow,
a husk in my stead
the language you speak
the syntax of lies
a shrouded deceit
cloaking your spies
no vengence i seek
no pain i demand
insted of your blood
just taller I'll stand
in secret you met
in defiance I wait
my love shall be forfeit
and my hate shall never
abate.
Inspired by one of my favorite Byron poems.