Love's Requiem

If you leave, the sun my love, will die soon for me. How can rays of its light cut or strike that which ye have now made dead with so much indifference of mind? Is it possible my sad torn stricken poor soul can live ever again as it lies in this hole, a dark grave which is nay e’er eternally kind? Once your burning love flamed hot within your heart’s keep, and the days brought such happiness I would dance, leap. Not now maid, for where might that past laughter still be? It is silenced forever in my dead black state. Yes, ‘twas foolish of me then all wanting a mate, the gods seemed to forbid such thing wanting her free. Give drink ye gods for you have won mightily brave. A poor soldier who wanted love’s conquest less grave than attacking Troy’s high walls well guarded with blades. Count it victory oh Zeus of ancient past fame that your retinue makes it all light and a game to laugh while this small candle flickers now and fades.