The know of your sadness
Stirs up an expanse of torment
While being the cause and effect
Being in utter disarray to remedy
Who shall deliver us either
Neither can your love turn to hatred
Vengeful, powerful and as such easy to overcome
Unlike love, that we both suffer from
As all it can bring , it has brought forth
Pain and wanton suffering
Incurably sharp tones
Of shades the mind cannot even dare to glimpse
Let alone be tainted or painted with
But here we both are
You waiting for my return
I standing where I mustn't be
But as the earth and the sun
Both locked to each other
Or as the mortal musician singing her songs
While the Idol just watches her in helplessness