damn the heart at stake it burns
that face in memory, the soul still yearns
to withhold this downfall, the heart will learn
and here it stands, willing the past to return

to hold this face within my reach
they mock my pain, to them I beseech
no longer alone, this world that still stands
the columns that hold, tumbles and bends

the ruins that fall and crumble in dust
untimed in existence, the play is cast
the masks that hides this lonely face
shall leave this dark night with fine grace