How I would sacrifice all to see you once more
But it seems to me you have found my flaw
For I am a man that fell on he’s own sword
It was no request; it came to me untoward

It was no self-sacrifice, no dismal pathetic plea
But once again it brought me down too one knee
Could I deem to contemplate the searing pain?
Of a heart that bled pure sadness once more again

I would hone my blade to keep it thus keen
If perchance with my eye you might be seen
Why not linger? Why do you require your flight?
Would my swords sharpness quell you of this right?

For you it would therefore rust in its sheath
For an aging Lion has no need of angers teeth
Even he would swallow he’s pride and deign
For an empty throne is nowhere proud to reign

I continue to seek what cannot, by me, be found
My heart will not let my mind thus confound
Time to me can seem so blindingly cruel
If it will not see that I have played the fool

The passing of moments are just an empty space
Where amour has left leaving nought of a trace
Then I would plead for passion to change my lot
But I dwell in a lonely place that love hath forgot