And so she died a peaceful death, while he cried without a peaceful breath/
Looking at her grave, he gave off a sigh, wondering what did he have left/
Her passing came too soon and with every moon he couldn’t sleep/
He would just toss and turn as the memories burned, and his tears were too weak/
To put away the flames, of rage and love, it just felt so unfair/
Too early she was gone from him, surely this was too rare/
He felt that he needed answers, he thought there was hope/
He would revoke and deny, claiming all other statements were lies/
No matter how much his friends tried to change him, he told them/
That he couldn’t have any rest until he went to see the Wise Old Man/
The shaman of his tribe, he wanted no bribe for his services/
So he went to see him, not able to be stopped by his nervousness/
He begged the Wise Old man to tell him if there was any chance/
That he could dance, with her, once more, and strongly glance/
Into her eyes, because he felt like no skies and no hell could separate/
Him from his soul mate, it didn’t matter to him of how great/
Would be the cost or how many days he would have to exhaust/
To find her, so the Wise Old Man told him that there was the Land of Lost/
Where he could acquire her, once more, but warned him of the dangers/
The land was a creature in itself and has devoured many strangers/
That were the fools of desire, but none of the had such fire/
As he did in his soul, for what he wanted most to acquire/
Seeing as there was no way of convincing him otherwise/
He told him that the land was somewhere beneath other skies/
It was a bridge between the land of death and land of life/
Wise Old Man warned him that a trip there was going to be strife/
He wouldn’t listen, missing her, even more, with every passing minute/
All he had was a necklace from their days together, with her picture in it/
You may only find it once you’re lost, and once you step inside/
Do not abide to it’s will, do not turn around and do not turn to side/
So he set off on the journey, to find what’s lost in this world/
Determined, nothing would stray his path from day to his girl/
He found it finally, after years of searching, never giving up/
His clothes were rags, his bags were empty, he stopped grieving up/
He stepped inside, remembering never to look behind him/
Wondering if he would find her or would she find him/
The rusted necklace to constantly remind him, sunshine to blind him/
But never to dull his determination, he’s starved, ran out of rations/
Maybe ran out of rationality, no longer in our reality, lost in other stations/
He walked in a desert full of nothing but rock monuments/
All covered with sand, crackling, breaking apart for their atonements/
He looked at them in astonishment, while walking further in/
He started hearing voices discussing his choices, surer then/
He thought he snapped completely, trapped inside this land/
Where he would make his final stand, which seemed to be not so grand/
”Don’t look behind you no matter what, it is only an illusion/
Caused by your mind’s delusions from such a long time in seclusion”/
Wise Old Man warned him fairly, no one came back from that place, rarely/
Anyone had ever heard from those going there so now he barely/
Crawled on, his love was keeping him together/
Engraved in his heart from the start, to remind him forever/
As he endeavored about their first time alone before she was gone/
How strongly they were drawn, the way her eyes flickered in the dawn/
The way he took on every scar, every pain that ever came/
The way her tears poured on like the rain/
He loved her with every flower that he took apart/
With every single beat of her dying heart, with every fight/
His love would just grow in might, he dreamed of her every night/
Despite, the warnings of the Wise Old Man, right then, he heard her voice/
Calling to him, a whisper of heaven amongst the fires of hell/
”My Hero, turn around to see me” he heard her lying too well/
But such a longing took it’s toll, so he would fall onto the sand/
Lost amongst the statues of stone, alone in this forbidden land/
He couldn’t go on, sensing her right behind him, he turned/
His lips were burned when they touched, his love returned/
As he kissed her, pain came from how much he missed her, suddenly he tasted sand/
Realizing what he had done he let go, trying to turn to the other end/
But what about her? She was on the other end/
Refusing to believe what she saw, refusing to understand/
As he tried to stand, to scream but he had already known/
His love had failed them both, as he slowly turned to stone/
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