• When love is thine,
    And shadow weakens,
    I look upon,
    Our world of joy,
    We were once,
    Sure and able to last,
    But now; I fear that is in the past,
    And I see the peril return,

    A smog of despair over our horizen,
    What happens now?
    When the shine leaves,
    And the loom glows,
    I know,
    That our time has passed,

    But has it occured?
    Has it?
    My heart tells me no,
    And that,
    That is the path I follow,
    Follow to the end of time.

    The End, A poem by: Asve.