Decade

Sep 29, 2010 21:01

Lady of sorrows
Muse of lost time
Of my oath, so little remains.

Ten years have now passed.
At the scene of the crime
Only smoke and the forging of chains.

Who could be so strong
To carry so long
A burden gone silent and cold?

Sweet memory's last
Frozen hard and stuck fast
Though the mirror betrays they are old.

Of the songs that were sung,
Dulcet voices once rung
Now are echos of empty refrains.

What price? Never asked
Yet paid for the task.
All that time...but forever remains.
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