The Maid of Mourning
I come to you from my lake of dreams
Crossing the divide between worlds
You called me with your tears
That echo through the void
Your grief drowns in thoughts
Worn sadly upon your brow
It fills me with yearning lament
That sparkles with dripping jewels
My embrace will slowly fade
As I wash away your pain
And bathe in all your sorrow
Cleansing your tortured soul
This lake swells with tears
My world exists in pale reflections
Your heartbreak sustains my essence
For I dwell in despondent abandon
I leave you purged of woe
As I submerge between worlds
Clutching your precious jewels
To ripple upon my shores
© Arcana
Copyright © Mark White | Year Posted 2022
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