he walks alone

Holder of shadows and time and dismay,
Keeper of Questions that we never say.
Despairing Prince of every sad song,
He thinks of you often, yet he walks alone.

With shame in our eyes, we turn away,
ignoring the tide that is drowning this place.
Questing for riches and gems and whatnot,
we forget ourselves and the battles we’ve fought.

Now with a dying breath, finally he speaks,
To a girl he has longed for without ever being heard.
these last words to a woman in vain that he seeks,
He says she must know how he loved her.

Tears of rage, and bitter loss,
stain my cheeks as here I stand.
Above the grave of you, my love,
How I wish once more could I hold your hand.


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