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The sun setteth beyond the ridge
alas, my heart is encased with pain
my fair Ebony..
my very own soul
my everything

The sun riseth beyond the waters
Alas, my heart is encased with fear
my soul is sinking
my lung collaspes
my world is gone

O'er yonder she awaits
and I, only I, longeth to see her again
my fair Ebony..
my very own soul
my everything

Goodbye, My Fair True Love
may we meet on the other side
until which I shall mourn
all the days of my life
til again I see thy sweet face
Awkward Penguin Apr 2013
She walks, delved in the darkness.
Blindly making her way towards the light,
She stumbles and struggles.
The hope draws near.

As she reaches the opening,
Figures linger in the distance.
Realization crosses her expression,
Outrage flickers within a pair of eyes.

An echoing rumble and a tremor in the earth,
A faint call of her name resonates softly.
She throws herself back into the darkness.
The entrance collaspes, the light dissipates.

A lonely soul, a broken heart,
The tears silently fall down porcelain cheeks.
Drowned in despair, reality slips away.
Loneliness lingers within the emptiness.

— The End —