Image credit: Dmitrijs Bindemanis

Lone citadel
You were the assassin
Of my heart

Your weaponry
Ancient swords
Cutting too deep

You wait so long
In perfect stillness
For the kill

My heart breaks
And dies without
The slightest touch

My ghost watches
As you pack
And turn to go

You do not weep
For endings are all
That you can know

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