The Echo Returns Naught - Mar 16

Shouting across the void, I’ve begged for you; I’ve heard my straining voice fall lost to the Abyss between us two; Ignoring my plea, The echo returned not, no answer due. Peering into the gulf—oh! what a view— Reflection there was none, no none to see; Heeding thus firstly your true nihility, The echo unreturning, I turned from you. The echo returns not and neither I. Forging my faith on solid ground, on earth, I abandon your illusory hope— And doing so I leave a dry well dry. Away with all your falsly minted mirth, With the true love of my life I elope.