Oh, but what tortures doth await this soul,
Beyond the still and breathless veil ~
In dauntless disgrace with melancholy descent,
Dangling from love's sacrificial noose, beyond desire's unquenchable gorge.

If only he knew how my heart has awaited those words,
Carried in the breath of early dawn across the water's bay ~
The sounds of eternal release which he now utters to another,
In unrequited love, casting iron shadows from yet one more dagger of fate.

And as moon light scatters in fictitious fire flies,
With taunting whispers from the silent and pretentious pool ~
Yet another broken soul lies bleeding crushed beneath fallen hues of deceitful lips;
Kissed but once by fate's seal of torment, ever battling shadows in dauntless disgrace.

Parallel journeys we travel alone,
Beside one another throughout eternity,
And whose paths shall not cross ~
For even horizon's vanishing point of final unity is but an illusion.