In the mists that swirl and speak your name
I'm quickly falling under.
This depth of my love's burning flame
just sends my soul asunder.
When daylight fails and I am lost
it's your dark heart I find.
If you could only feel the cost;
if you could read my mind.
You'd know the damage you have done;
the tempest of my pain.
With battles lost,no victory's won,
no pleasure left to gain.
Now you'll be on your merry way;
we never more shall meet.
The way I feel mere words can't say
as I cringe in defeat.
won 1st place in the contest "Write Me A Lightfoot Poem "