She stands on the golden cliffs,
Waiting
Love is fleeting in her time,
So she breathes her last breath,
And then some.
He rides home after a war of tyrannical rule,
Hopeless
Countless deaths fill his head,
As he remembers fallen friends and foes,
And then some.
He sits in his home, alone,
Crying
His love left him some time ago,
For he hurt her in more ways than one,
And then some.
She is broken, by anguish,
Joyless
She stands, the only one in the field,
Never to feel again,
And then some.
Their harmonies are broken,
Wretched
A red string broken in two,
Dead and dark forever remain,
And then some.