Sombre

My sun set deep in dungeons and so rose yours
Respite from the memories meant best of cures;

My time froze with you with emotions abridged;
I stood my ground, with your sights rich;

It’s not about the sight, it’s Respite;
Of being rid of this torment, my right

true cometh my reality, gone be this seclusion;
To hope to succeed is but an illustrious illusion