The Blackmoor Bridge,
a path of stone,
the only home,
I've ever known.
...
A Broken Heart
A seed of hope,
a ray of light,
once in love,
and now, it's blight.
The broken heart,
the broken soul,
a tired mind's,
empty call.
The voice once said,
'My heart I gave,
my breath I lost,
no more control.'
But now it cries,
'My heart she stole,
my chest is empty,
my soul is mauled'
This broken heart,
no longer bleeds,
no longer hurts,
no longer needs,
This heart once shouted,
'Oh dear joy! '
and now it weeps,
'I feel no more...'