02. Loss
Staring into the bitter dark
Embraced by your squall
Mere longing
Sober and without wings
Enchainment in a baleful realm
A moment of beauty
A whisper of death
Impending doom through sea fog dispelled
A grisaille reaved and thoughtworn
Abyssal despair befalls the wilted
The annihilation of being
Watching precious moments wither
Writ in my blood from birth
Blight dawns upon the desolate
The wretched brumal robes of the accurst
Loss under an austere sun
Burnt into the rue of dusk
Holding the fallen ash
A sere close
Lost, trapped in a pathless wood
Under an ashen sky
Only content in my final breath
Will I be?