She began to walk,
Far away from where he lies,
She refused to talk,
To him who now dies.
She doesn't care today,
And he forever will.
She leaves the place where she lays;
His love amounts to nill.
In his darkest days,
A small shard of hope nears,
A light on the bed that he lays,
Ready to free him of his tears,
A power unamounted.
Its name is love,
A truthful and real love,
For a helpless one.
Her name is Faith,
A fitting name for him,
For he long ago lost his fate,
And it was not lost on a whim.
His last love he comes to hate,
Her unfaithfulness was the end.
Her leaving was her fate,
Something she cannot bend.
-Zero
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