WAITING FOR THE DEAD ONE'S CALL

The evil of wicked sorrow

Daily I'd struggle to vanquish

The hunger I had made to flow

Forever this life will mock me so

I see her with me again

Beaming straight at my face

Her beauty I see no trace

Of hatred, now so plain

Those words she said shall remain

Her curving lips and thoughtful eyes

Such serenity I have learned to praise

Even through the bitterness, it says

For these thoughts destroy my guise

Lingering within, I despise

I fight to tear them all

Not anger, despair makes me strong

Yet the battle of fate and wrong

Shall lead me to the inevitable fall

All I await is the dead one's call

Darkness wrought and darkness born

These I shall remember, forever torn