The Despot

Slowly he creeps, I just wish his coming can be descried And that I can fight him off. He turns a joyfully atmosphere despondent, Diabolic they is he, Yes he is the despot. He came knocking, He forced his way into my abode And my body gave way to my soul. Alone he left me in the middle of the desert, I shouted, I yelled, I bellowed But my voice was swallowed by the silence, The silence no one can shut. Onwards I go For there is no return. Fortune I have had, Respect and good looks; How frivolous they look in the sight of my new world. The church bell groaned, Tears streamed from eyes of loved ones, But I am gone. Take courage lover, I am gone but not forever Perhaps I will meet the eternal bliss And there I will wait for your coming. Take courage lover, You won't see me again but not forever, Hope to meet you someday.