At the stroke of midnight, My reign comes to a melancholy end I set off on the long, lonely journey home, To wipe off all the glitter and grime once again
The memories I hold of you linger in my head like a phantom, forever haunting my dreams and stealing restless sleep.
Melancholy fills Depths of my soul, hollow shell Emptiness abounds
To strike that ever elusive ember Into existence once again Wrenching me from all-consuming melancholy, Let this hollow spark of mine burn free
Her Last Letter
The last letter she sent, It called you to the lonely place She once called home It spoke of tender love, sacred things, And promises shared