Lust and Loss

Star-crossed, you say?
Nay, for ours collided
A pyrrhic stellar fray
And tragedy decided

An atavistic lullaby
She sang for me
My senses dulled
And mistaken, joy did follow

Alas, this cruel show must go on
Tears sting my eyes
Like the blood of a thorn-torn brow

So tired of the mourning's light
I seek oblivion of mind
Shall my Lethe
Be my Death?

Gone
She keeps taunting me
Keeps on haunting me
To sleep
Or to dream
Or to whatever lies between or beneath

Oh! Black Angel spread your wings
For they cast
A deadly shade
To remind that nothing ever mattered

Of no import was this
The two of us
What folly to pine
Over fragments of lust and loss