My Crimson Fate
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,