Halls of the Dark Muse

A Love Story

Their lives are nothing
more than dust
particles of memories;
though they tried to carve
a way for themselves in history,
their story is written only
in their own blood.

Perhaps there was love
once, before it was tainted,
the one act that would seal
their eternal fate together
drove them further from each
other.

Living for happiness
that could never be;
right and wrong blurred lines
in the face of beautiful
nobility.

They had stood as one,
and yet each for their
own good; passion died,
if it ever even saw the light.

It was against fate
that they tried to love;
their lives from the beginning
wove together by lies.
What good could come by that
shadow of fate?

Used as a tool for another's
righteous indignation
that was nothing to them;
they were never of this world
could never feel at home
within it.

Led by those who ware
the mask of the world
yet even each in their own
world they could not find peace
together.

They would live apart
in a parody of love and hate;
a game of guilt and shame,
but together they were destined
to die as one.