In the depths of sorrow\'s blackened shroud,
I bear a tale of anguish, bitter and true,
A heart once aglow, now wrapped in a cloud,
With each tear shed, a lament anew.
Oh, woman, once the beacon of my days,
How swiftly love turned to a haunting wail,
Your deceitful ways, like a tempest\'s blaze,
Unleashed a torrent that left my soul frail.
I loved you with a fervor, pure and bright,
My heart, an open vessel, poured for you,
But you, with treachery, plunged me into night,
A cruel betrayal that left my spirit askew.
Now I stand, alone, in the depths of despair,
Tears like liquid anguish, staining my face,
Memories taunt, like whispers in the air,
A love now lost, a tragic, mournful embrace.
And as these tears flow, like rivers of woe,
I invoke a curse upon your name,
May you weep, as I do, with agony in tow,
A reflection of the sorrow and shame.
May guilt pierce your heart like a thousand shards,
As mine bleeds, burdened with regret,
May your tears flow crimson, painting the cards,
A symbol of the wrongs you can\'t forget.
For in this abyss, where love\'s light fades,
I cast upon you a solemn decree,
May your world crumble, as mine cascades,
A testament to the pain you inflicted on me.
And so, farewell to love\'s forlorn game,
I bid adieu to the joy we once knew,
In this desolate state, forever I\'ll remain,
A man enshrouded by sorrow, forever true.