End All, Thorn of My Heart
Oh thorn of my heart,
Why do you linger,
You raptured on the ramparts,
With gentle coos to bemuse and beleaguer,
My antagonist persona of strangling vines and petrified bark,
Entranced by your words of amber,
I found solace in your arms,
Entwined in love at last I eagerly await your call,
And yet as endless days wear away the calendar,
Our separation has no end in sight,
I spend my waking hours earnestly looking over my shoulder awaiting your return,
Aimlessly wandering along the overgrown paths we made during our romantic nights,
Your name escaping my lips in gasps during fitful slumber of turmoil and distress,
Carelessly throwing myself into the din of battle as a momentary reprieve,
To cease the voices in my heads I struggle to suppress,
They rack my mind with images of your demise leaving me crippled with grief,
And paralyze my body with the fear of your perpetual absence,
Like a tree overcome by the snows of winter I lie motionless on the floor,
Smothered by decaying rose petals and fading memories,
Desperately clinging to your promises of our future as an end-all cure,
A dream bereaved of its luster when challenged with reality,
Where are you my love,
We were supposed to see the world together,
Now I find myself once again upon the rampart broken and beleaguered,
Bereft of hope, shunned by my people as a traitor to the Pale Tree,
Oh Caithe,
Thorn of my heart,
Why did you leave me.
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