The tabernacle of sorrows stands,
contrasted against the clear autumn day,
he doesn't know what to do or say,
to make his love's pain go away.
Seems like the harder he tries,
she only sinks into more memories of lies.
He can't stand the pain in her eyes,
everytime she turns to him and starts to cry.
He wants to be her knight in shining armor,
riding his steed,
to perform the deed,
of relinquishing evil from her castle doors.
Can't believe how much love she's received,
to only be slightly freed,
of Love's devious misdeed.
As she sobs silently gazing back at her love,
she feels her heart fall like a soiled dove.
Doesn't seem fair he spends all his time,
giving his shoulder for her to cry,
in this tabernacle of sorrows in which she abides.
Wishes to forget all the memories that plague.
Slowly dripping the pain through her veins.
Wants to open her heart to the love he so freely gives,
he's so quick to forgive.
She can't believe her luck in finding him,
yet he doesn't deserve to have to live on a whim.
She slowly steels herself for the blow,
she has to deliver to her love,
her fellow.
Telling him he has to leave,
telling him his love she doesn't need.
She ignores the tears and confused look in his eyes,
and runs into the tabernacle of sorrows before he sees her cry.
He slowly turns and walks away,
glancing back only once to pray.
That his love,
his angel,
will one day be set free,
if not by him,
then let it be.
She sinks to the floor inside her disasterous haven,
and watches him slowly walk away,
praying that her love,
her angel,
will one day find love,
if not by her,
then let it be,
in this tabernacle of sorrows love cannot be free. |
Submission Name: Tabernacle Of Sorrows
