Regret
there is no warmth left
in my beloved night
only a creeping cold
a cursed blight
the darkness comes and prowls
and shadows come to me, the coward
the regrets the pain
I seek to hold them off
but I hear them, dark wolves bay
shirking and shrieking, far too oft
the lonesome ache, so deep in breast
comes at night, a dread confessed
the honor and glory of once I dreamt
fade away to a corner till morn
the reality to commence
the wailing of the soul, so forlorn
I hold the despair at bay by day
and night does bring it, fresh and fey
what can end the dreams, the hopes
who can make it disappear
what can make whole this lame antelope
who can bring an end to fear
Bedlam reigns and holds sway
My madness of regret goes not away
For a time I lived so happy so free
I held to the peace, for a brief spell
I fooled myself, doubted this seed
Now it's gone, and here is hell
It was not perfect, not even close
But it was peace, loneliness at post
Now the dreams come again
To haunt Adam, his Original Sin
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