Solitude's Reign

Hades sans Persephone
With no light to warm
Nor vigor to stir
Life within cold dead heart
This realm, my flesh
A prison made
Of sinew and bone
Forever without
Gazing upon worlds of wonder
Joy and laughter, blissful forms
Dancing amongst the vivid blooms
While I, from beyond, in this cold shadowy doom
Watch and yearn
Writhe and burn
Fervent desire leads to hatred sure
Of all that is life, and love, and light
Forsaken to me, these things are
I have become
Anathema