Me, my only,

And a blackened tree

sitting in peace

silently

A whisper of doubt

sprung on my mind

soon it was gone

gone with time

You, once mine,

In opposition

Eyes lay shut

Me to shun

No hesitation now

We both now see

A grim old truth

New to me

Life, once your's,

Avoids you now

To the hooded

you now bow.

Bitter bright tears

Roll down as beads

And to dark existence

They do feed.