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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required That was Then, and This is Now In the crypt of our loves memory, we danced so free, Our romance, a cursed flame, burned with spectral glow. But secrets, whispers from the damned, you see, Now haunt this desolate heart with bitter, icy woe. Thy deceitful touch, a venomous bite, I now know, That hath passed from then, to now. Thy laughter once, a haunting dirge so sweet, Our dreams of an eternal union, pure and true. But lies now stain the sacred vows we'd greet, And trust, like a shattered vase, lies strewn askew. Thy beloved promises now broken, I avow, That hath passed from then, to now. The poison upon thy lips, the accursed kiss still stings, Each deceitful syllable, a phantom’s scream, tears my soul. In the pit of despair, echoes of love's anthem rings, Now consumed by the lies that devour it whole. Thy pleas for moral absolution, I disallow, That hath passed from then, to now. As the raven of betrayal seeks to amend its weary prey, Thy sharp talons, ripping out my heart's core. Once deemed invincible, our love, now rent in disarray, Drifting further apart, forevermore. No longer shall I heed thy entreaties, in sorrow we shall bow, That hath passed from then, to now. Memories of our cursed love, linger in the mist, I'll forge ahead, embracing the darkness that we sow. For in the ruins of our buried love, lost to a fateful tryst, The price of your betrayal, in blood, I shall bestow. Thus, that hath been us then, and this is I now!
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