The Unending
The Unending


Harsh as I was,
My days if I splash,
In that darkness,
Sweated for clash.
Till she touched,
For it I was
Born and marched;
With crowns to smash,
Dwarf as my luck,
Blind as my word,
Betrayed by duck,
And granted for lord.
Yes, I had lost -
Once for my life;
I loved her the most,
A girl sharper than my knife.
I even left
My home my everything;
Before it all got swept,
For the sake of my wedding ring.
I would still kneel,
For most for you,
For A hope against the deal,
For a debt that is due.
Not felt as bold,
Whenever and wherever;
I saw those of gold,
Swirming Around her;
That still haunts myself,
Diving through my own,
Past on behalf -
Perhaps a Stained white gown.
Was it red?
The colour I could prefer,
For her heart that bled,
A Tale that ends
never.
For the kisses,
I could hold this long;
Memory that preaches,
Not a debt that strong.
To blame my sleep,
To reign my cause,
As I burned too deep;
With No gain, no loss.
May be deeper inside,
There Lies my prayer,
For her as my bride -
To return again for ever.
Undoing be gone,
Deeds those I long.
May be just for one,
"It's me who was wrong."
If only I could,
Borrow my words
Harder and that old;
I would Hurt self with swords.
For everything that matters
Till then and till now;
I should try for regrets,
With our dreams against my bow.
As for many nights,
My tears ruled my stars,
Till they fleet for heights,
Till I learn to hide my scars.
Unending as it seems,
My song with my pen,
Better have secrets than this;
A lie for love from another woman.