Requiem Eternal

If you now leave, sun dies removed from me. Thus made dead by your callous play of mind. Can light soon strike this sickened soul which ye have placed in a dark grave, which nay is kind. Once new love flamed within self, mine heart’s keep, not so now, maid, ‘twas foolish wanting mate. Past days for me brought great joy, I’d dance, leap. all laid aside in my rejected state. Tip ye cups oh gods, you’ve won mightily, poor soldier wanting victory less grave than breaching high walls e’er nay to flee. Zeus, I give thee such heinous name as knave. Yon retinue laughs, goddess twisting braids. All while this candle flickers yea and fades.