My footsteps echo somber in this hallowed hall of mine.
This emptiness as much a friend, as I will ever find.
I’ve screamed and wept and strained and slept; but still within these walls I’m kept; forever just a breath from her embrace.
I know her taste, I’ve felt her flesh; I’d give my life for nothing less; for this I’m doomed to wander with my blame.

I’ve come home to her one thousand times; yet died ten thousand more.
Each arrival dreamt of treasure; I both worship and adore.
Years have crashed upon my heart, and broken one by one.
Each stings with its erosion, for the task I’ve left undone.

How many times I’ve yearned for rest; collapsing to the ground.
Yet my spirit coats my bones with strength; I’m doomed until she’s found.
I have carried this grey curse with me, from the time it was bestowed; and I wander searching for the love; of she I’ve never known.
The fires of eternal hell may claim me at the end, but the outcome shall not thwart my will; it pales before my friend.

This emptiness surrounds me, and it binds me to my task.
So long it’s been, since my first step; yet I’m decades from my last.
I cringe with pain and anguish, terror gnashing in my breast.
I assuage them with these precious lies that I have done my best.

I cannot know how long I’ve walked, since that agonizing day.
The day I found her note to me; my soul; it’s very prey.
It gifted such a pain to me, as I read it to its end.
The nightmarish silence in its wake, I now address as friend.

I failed that sweetest spirit; for it has been too long.
I tell myself her heart beats yet; but I despair; for this is wrong.
I’d sworn an oath unto her, before I knew that she did live.
When I did find this note from her, I knew my life I’d give.

Forward do I wander; to horrid beauties grand and small.
A tear is shed before them; yet I cannot mourn them all.
I quest to feel her warmth again, yet she knows not my arms.
I am the one she did not have, to save her from that harm.

My crime is that I loved her; and I did not know her name.
Her day of death sears into me; it is the hallmark of my shame.
Until the day my spirit fails, and yields to deaths’ cold rend; until the day I find her there, I’m left only with my friend.
The day that I may throw myself, before her lucid throne; it will not be until that day, I end my journey home.