Stabbed In the Heart

Your grievances do I despise;
they make me join in mourning.
For whilst you grieve for the love you once had,
I mourn for the sanity she destroyed.

Will thou not realize the mistake it is,
to let her thoughts still taunt thee?
Thine heart, is it not still whole?
Did she intend to tear you so?

My friend, though before I was blind to thine person,
I see, and cry all the more,
for you grieve for the traitoress that tore you so.
whilst I mourn for thine peace and remorse.

Cannot thou imagine,
that she was only the past?
Your future is still coming,
and she's smiling just ahead.


An original poem of Clarissa Van Dell,
dedicated to Drako