Threats uttered in anger, suddenly seem to bring about the world's
greatest aches
Lights in my world keep dimming
Keep snuffing me out

So easy to dismiss what has been a life time of love
because of words
So easily dessimated
The love held so high

My heart burned to nothing
By the match of my own hand
The day you cast me aside
Like a used rag

How can you ever expect
To gather all the ashes scattered in my sorrowed winds
and piece together what love lay theirin for you
and ever expect it to be what it was

How can what is now dust
Ever be made to feel again?


That light is crushed now
Never to be lit again with the same brilliance
Wick wetted with tears
Blown out by shuddering cries of pain

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Khepary, in the year 117 MA.