I write this letter to my love as he goes under
leaving me lying in the stagnance of decay
underway to greater things and greater triumph
the rain violently falling leaves my voice nothing to say
basking in the aftermath of pestilence
my war-ravaged heart taking flight
from those sleek patrons seeking abstinence
nothing offers comfort in the long lonely night
famine twists my body into a blind, bloody heep
thirst brings a quiet end to a long, gruesome reign
voices of the battle fling curses while they weep
and you've already gone, leave me lonely with my pain
blindsided by fate, my world succumbs
the last fallen hero on my sad, crumpled stage
the fruits of my labor leaving only mangled crumbs
and death becomes us, riding on the tide of my ending age.
