My Crimson Fate Poem by Keegan Coutriers

How come these nights be as it is?
Who consented to loves cruel allure?
Although the ruins lay bare, a minute has been too soon,
For seconds are fixed and thoughts endless seem,
But hearts pursued this fateful decree;
Though lovers once were and seemingly spent,
Wretched waste the reflection sees,
An ousted, fragile state of mind,
Render less in all appeal I be,
And as I ponder the times that were,
The reality hastens with sharp descend;
Disillusionment rambles the threads of thoughtful glee,
Still I be as I am and a vow I do make,
To never again relive this sorrowful state.