Shadows lost in darkness,
in neverending night.
teardrops lost in rainstorms,
of endless sorrow's plight.
Why does so much
remain unseen?
Unheard and all forgotten.
What does all this really mean,
when all is said and done?
Sacrifices gone to waste,
unrewarded in the end.
broken trust and battered love,
leaving scars and hearts to mend.
The die is cast,
our fates our sealed.
There is nothing we can do.
All that's good
at last must end.
Through all, that still is true.
So farewell my friend,
my darling prince.
I have to go,
but then...
I dearly hope,
in this life or the next,
that our paths will cross again.
((another poem I'd written for my story

I think it came out so much better than I'd first thought))