Written on glass,
Words inscribed
Upon my heart,
The great divide.

They speak of love,
Friendship of souls.
The small white dove
That never grows old.

Now with you gone
I feel my life end,
For I am alone
And I cannot mend.

The glass has shattered,
Its magic is fled.
The shards cut my hands,
And my lifeblood is bled.


-Urxan