Nameless Lament

Sad is the maiden who weeps in
October, crying for her secret love who can
Never return, for only she sees the
Grave he has dug in the battlefield

Over the waves, his captivating voice
Falls and dissolves into bloodcurdling commands

Long will she mourn
Over the man she treasured, yet
She cries as he
Takes up the weapons of death

The maiden trembles, her
Eyes sparkling with
A shattered heart as the
Rugged shards are thrown asunder, along with the
Sensation of his touch