• A loin's cry...
    Beyond these gates...
    Intertwined...
    With vines of fate.
    As I remember...
    Your simple face...
    I lose myself...
    Again...
    To the wait.
    As the sun sets now...
    You're a memory forgotten.
    A blemish to my being.
    The reason I'm laughing.
    Forget me not.
    That's what I say.
    Forget you...
    Seems I'm well on my way.