Glaring flares in the darkness of what remains
Of which, ashamed, inept, i didst ignore;
Those unwilting pedals that rose hath bore
Reminded me so of her raging flames
That fire! That warmth thou lent to mine life
Still embers in the catacombs of mine ugly mind
Hallways once ablaze still curl cinder rife
With hopes one day her Phoenix will rise
But as once foretold, that roselike debauchee
Her vehement smolder has always been found in mine dreams
Just as supposed as the winds nightly breeze;
It blows upon mine ear its whispering coquet
And lo! Its severed! Our dwindling Nexus!
Like the very waves walking out from the sea!
And i to blame! Moronic and feckless!
Whats to be had of your fire in me?
Ah days of yester doth solemnly wane,
Shall the darkness in me be all that remain?