My voice still lingers through my chambered heart,
And in all four does foreign silence loom.
Sweet sacrifice that I would never part
From deadly love that leads me to my doom.
Three hundred traded for uncertainty,
With virgin feet upon steel knives I tread,
A heart that must choose ‘twixt the land and sea,
A tragic death born from three words unsaid.
Catastrophe gave life to our love lost,
A wishful spell undone by lack of tongue,
Last chance at love now foiled by its cost,
My final song forever left unsung.
Though thou art lost to me I will remain,
Until my life the morning sun shall claim.