Gone Poem by Dan Brown

Darkness sets and the strings are torn;
the lights that shined are shone.
A bastard womb from which was born
a love to be The One.
Tears, like footsteps, fall alone;
of purpose there is none.
They hope the world they find has grown,
to help them journey on.
But no, this land is all but clean
of myst'ry forced to don.
Words and spellings so rarely seen,
telling me it has gone.
I'll learn to live with love away;
see my heart find new words to say.