Winds cry when bonds break,

Earth trembles and trees shake.

All is lost and nothing found

not sight, smell, or single sound.

Glass shattered, the devil spoke,

Storm clouds gathered and the sea awoke

Waves did crash and the water flail

Against stony walls to no avail.

The ends now sit tattered and frayed.

Chains sprung apart, and nothing stayed.

A single cry can be heard aloud

Wind's mourning, grief and rage in sound.

The wind has died and the water stilled

the empty patch in two hearts filled

One beats soundly, with a grieving pulse.

The other, still, has ended its course.