My right hand gave a letter to him
Written in poetic words, phrases
In a language of other worlds
My left hand gave a letter to him
Written with love, devotion, kinship
With the progeny of days destined
Two shaded figures amble before my eyes
A poetic unity, but known not to last
And beatific scenery wilting as they pace
Inharmony pulsing as if a heartbeat
Before me the paths unveil conflicted
Free yet aimless these apparitions lie
As I fight back the fate that befell them
Midst the endless thoughts within my scarred mind
For long have I known one of them dies young
The discordances deepen for they're never truly free
And through every waking second the strife is drawing near
Neath the lineament of the wavering tree line
They both know these hours are lies which all must be burned
Safe havens turn to dust
Free yet aimless these apparitions lie
As I fight back the fate that befell them
But deep down I know the lack of all hope
For no matter which one I choose I will die alone