Never lost is this
forgotten thought,
Living as someone who
would never be caught,
She with eyes as dark as
night,
Being chased by a man of
light.
He, with a life without
love,
Spending his time writing
of
Dark ideas that twist his
dreams,
And drive him towards his
queen.
The truth of it all is
insanity,
But truly can it be,
This driven love from one
to the other,
Which is separating them
altogether.
He chases her like she is
game,
But she is not his source
of fame,
He is the source of her
passion,
Both are surviving with
compassion.
But no amount of passion
could save
The impending doom that
God gave,
It is the end of the two
lovers,
Her beauty dimming like
the ending summer.
-Zero
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