Fortunes Whim

Harbinger of hapless news cast wicked
blight of sorrow upon this loving breast
Does my heart beat so firm as to be picked
then torn apart by some colossal jest?

What mischief leads a woman back to hell
to arms that fashion darkness on their blade
A hellish hole where light can never dwell
where nothing good can ever be remade

A faint heart never won a woman yet
so I must fight to win her freedom back
Though I may suffer injury and threat
I swear I will not waver from my track

For love without the blossom of my heart
is soil without the rain when we're apart