Love Lost

To drop my chalice filled with passion's pain From crooked hands clenched in your darkest mind Its wormwood drought, is less of bile that stains Let spill and wash this earthen floor of time Quickly flee from this dung lit realm of shades And seek your silver empty cup to fill In pouring fountains of the willing hearts That always flow beyond the farthest hill It's where I lost your love for evermore Drift into dark before the setting sun Fled my world like shadows the light abhors Pierced my beating heart until night begun A monument now crumbles in my heart Left to lay as false love, a stone rampart