Lament of the forsaken heart

In days of yore, where shadows dwell,

A tale of love and sorrow I shall tell.

Of a woman fair, her heart aflame,

And a fallen man, In days of yore, where shadows dwell,

A tale of love and sorrow I shall tell.

Of a woman fair, her heart aflame,

And a fallen man, forgotten by his name.

Once they walked, hand in hand,

In fields of green, across the land.

Their love, a beacon, bright and true,

A bond that fate could never undo.

But darkness crept into their sacred lair,

Whispering doubts, spreading despair.

In prideful anger, they turned away,

Each vowing to find solace in disarray.

The woman wept, her heart so pure,

Longing for the love she knew once more.

Her tender touch, his sheltered embrace,

Now replaced by emptiness, a desolate space.

The fallen man, burdened by regret,

Haunted by memories he could not forget.

His heart, once fierce, now icy and cold,

A tale of lost love, forever untold.

Through sleepless nights, the woman wept,

Her love's absence, a secret she kept.

Her tear-stained eyes, like stars in the night,

Searching for a glimmer, a flicker of light.

And in the stillness of the moonlit hour,

The fallen man felt a dormant power.

A whisper of her name upon the breeze,

Igniting flames of love, long deceased.

With heavy heart, he sought her out,

Through treacherous paths, riddled with doubt.

He knelt before her, broken and contrite,

Pleading forgiveness, guided by love's light.

In that moment, the earth stood still,

Their souls entwined, against their will.

The woman's eyes, a beacon of grace,

Welcomed the fallen man, his sins erased.

Hand in hand, they embraced once more,

Love's eternal flame reignited at the core.

A tale of love's triumph, against the odds,

Rekindled by the power of forgiving gods.

"Lament of the Forsaken Heart," the tale unfurled,

Of love's resilience, in a chaotic world.

A testament to the strength of the human soul,

That love, in the end, will always make us whole by his name.

Once they walked, hand in hand,

In fields of green, across the land.

Their love, a beacon, bright and true,

A bond that fate could never undo.

But darkness crept into their sacred lair,

Whispering doubts, spreading despair.

In prideful anger, they turned away,

Each vowing to find solace in disarray.

The woman wept, her heart so pure,

Longing for the love she knew once more.

Her tender touch, his sheltered embrace,

Now replaced by emptiness, a desolate space.

The fallen man, burdened by regret,

Haunted by memories he could not forget.

His heart, once fierce, now icy and cold,

A tale of lost love, forever untold.

Through sleepless nights, the woman wept,

Her love's absence, a secret she kept.

Her tear-stained eyes, like stars in the night,

Searching for a glimmer, a flicker of light.

And in the stillness of the moonlit hour,

The fallen man felt a dormant power.

A whisper of her name upon the breeze,

Igniting flames of love, long deceased.

With heavy heart, he sought her out,

Through treacherous paths, riddled with doubt.

He knelt before her, broken and contrite,

Pleading forgiveness, guided by love's light.

In that moment, the earth stood still,

Their souls entwined, against their will.

The woman's eyes, a beacon of grace,

Welcomed the fallen man, his sins erased.

Hand in hand, they embraced once more,

Love's eternal flame reignited at the core.

A tale of love's triumph, against the odds,

Rekindled by the power of forgiving gods.

"Lament of the Forsaken Heart," the tale unfurled,

Of love's resilience, in a chaotic world.

A testament to the strength of the human soul,

That love, in the end, will always make us whole