War’s how we parted
With silence and fears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew your words so cold
Cold as your kiss
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this
In secret we met-
In silence I grieve
That your heart could forget,
Your spirit deceives.
If I should meet you
After war’s long years
How should I greet you?
With sword or with tears?
The battles we weathered,
The scars that we bore,
Are ghosts that now tether
My heart to this war.
Your crown was my beacon,
Your words, my command,
But now they’ve grown weakened,
Like castles in sand.
You promised a kingdom,
A future so bright,
But now I see wisdom
In shadows of night.
I watched as you faltered,
As battles took toll,
But still, my heart altered,
And you’ve left it whole.
A prince turned to phantom,
A king made of stone,
In dreams, you still haunt them—
The heart that you own.
If time could rewind us,
Undo all the strife,
Would you still remind us
Of love, not of life?
The world keeps on turning,
As you hold your throne,
Yet here I am yearning,
Still fighting alone.
If ever we meet,
When the war drums subside,
Will we find defeat,
Or will love still reside?