THE FINAL GOODBYE
To clutch at memories that fray at the edges—sorrow-woven, yet still glowing with my foolish heart’s last spark
I’ll pluck seven strings one final time—their dirge a fading whisper through crypt-cold, empty air
To rest in a mist-shrouded realm where even my name will fade like ink on old parchment
This is my farewell—spoken as my love gasps its last breath
Roses rot to thorns; chrysanthemums bloom like funeral fires beneath a moon that’s turned to ash
I seal my eyes, pain clawing at my throat as I stumble through shadows that swallow the last glimmers of us
Years have gnawed at stone like wolves, yet the bamboo stands—unmoved as our love bleeds out, drop by drop
I fought the dark’s call, but your hatred was a blizzard that snuffed out the tiny flame I clung to
Death beckons with bone-white fingers, whispering “sleep, for your pain has eaten away at what’s left of your love”
My tears have turned to frost, my pain a raven that pecks at the last embers of the fire I once lit for you
I loved with a passion that blazed like a wildfire—now it’s just a guttering wick, sputtering out in the cold
This is my tale: once a princess in a tower of starlight, now trapped in a dungeon of fading dreams
A heart pierced by thorns a thousand times grows hollow—and with each wound, the love that once blazed dims more
The care you spurned like dust will never rise again; tomorrow is a tomb where our story will crumble to dust
It slipped through your fingers like smoke, drifting to a land of perpetual night where even love can’t survive
If only you’d held love’s gentleness like a dying bird—instead of letting it fall to the ground and fade
Someone who loved you with a light that’s now dying—how rare it is to meet such a flame in this life of grey and gloom
In this world of shadows, they were a star that flickered once… then vanished into the dark..
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