Sword's Tavern

She gave me my suicide note, on the wing of a black dove,
A silver dagger for my back, that, smelled of love,
Glimpse of freedom torn from, the angry demons grasp,
Taken aback by that, auburn locked lass.

A soul can’t wait forever, though I said I would,
Three moons it was enough, to turn her back for good,
Blinded, empty, simply, nothing left for me,
Feeling hollow I escape, faith she never had in me.

Wish I could be your knight, armor shining on pale steed,
In the end I just became, the one who was in need,
This never ending cycle, rolls on forever in my soul,
Never to heal my heart, keeps rolling till I grow old.

Now you see this broken old, shell of a mortal man,
What could have caused this stale, rancid, bloodshed tan,
My last deranged thoughts of life, broken across my back,
Left for dead and abandoned by that, auburn locked lass.

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