To Death Betrothed - Chalice

Her mind engulfed with loathsome thoughts, the devil and dismay

The burden of lifes' theatre and the stage on which we play

Autumnal sun, no peace upon that burning, pale skin

Frustration writhes around her yet the pain, it writhes within

Amidst the roaming clouds her seething feelings slowly burn

In knowing that he placed above all others shan’t return

For time will pass and never shall he come again to grace

The wondrous glow he once professed to see upon her face

To death betrothed

Her union now a myriad of lies

As dry in every way as burning sands

In midnights' cover he covets another

The all alluring vesper lover

Left every grain to filter through her hands

Alone again to reminisce of when her eyes were privy

To the grandeur that is morn of every day

Resplendent still, she walks in ghostly mists of those betrayed

To mourn encroaching dusk and self decay

To fade as light into the night, forever incomplete

Alone to watch the spectrum turning gray