Death Betrothed-Chalice

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