Long Before

The darkened skies above silence now the turtle dove; Always push comes to shove when blinded by wayward love. No more do roses bloom just outside this shadowed room; Everything left too soon while they danced to piper’s tune. Nothing was meant to last underneath the curses cast; Not one has been so fast as to have outrun their past. Some will always await the old twisted hand of fate; It struggles with the gate and the feelings found too late. Has been said one last priest is in battle with the beast; From a time long deceased only one will be released. Walked in a diff’rent form as this passed through winter’s storm; Saw it all late one morn long before I had been born.