Our Souls Ensnared
In the darkness of despair, where shadows writhe,
Born of wicked love, a force awakens,
Like an epidemic, it spreads,
Claiming all, in an endless, loveless night.
With twisted passions, it seizes its prey,
Leaving ruin and hearts in perpetual decay,
As jealousy and control entwine like deadly vines,
Our souls ensnared, forever lost in love’s dark mines.
War’s dark horseman rides with crushing grasp,
In our minds and hearts, a ceaseless struggle to clutch,
Fierce longing and hope in constant strife,
Love and suspicion locked in a brutal life.
Death’s scythe cuts through our dwindling light,
Ignoring kinship and friendship’s fragile might,
We forsake our desires, our deepest wants too,
For love’s elusive reward, our very being anew.
Death’s dark steed gallops forth, a grim fate,
Our selfhood lost, in love’s eternal wait,
In love’s despairing surrender, we succumb to the night,
As mortality’s dark horse casts its final blight.
Yet, in the void, a faint spark remains,
The ember of despair smolders, like love’s eternal pains,
For true love is not just a fleeting flame,
A force that consumes us whole, like a deadly game.
Like the Four Horsemen of darkness and despair,
True love arrives to claim us all,
In a macabre waltz of passion and death’s cold call.
Overpowering all with its merciless might,
Leaving devastation or an eternal night.
Through pandemonium and darkness’ darkest night,
Love will guide us with merciless might.
Guiding us through the abyss of mortal strife.
And though it brings only anguish and endless pain.
It also offers oblivion’s sweet refrain.
In love’s bottomless pit of despair we’ll find our course.
Through trials and tribulations’ unyielding force.
For true love is not just an emotion just a cruel jest.
A descent into the abyss of the soul’s eternal unrest.
Through conquest’s gates of desolation and heartache.
We’ll march forth with hearts that burn like dying embers’ ache.
Through war’s bleak expanse of doubt and mortal fear.
We’ll discover the strength to persevere.
Through famine’s barren landscape of nothingness and pain.
We’ll find the remnants of love’s eternal stain.
And though death’s dark shadow looms before us all.
We’ll find rebuke in love’s infinite fall.
So let us march forth into love’s unfathomable unknown.
With hearts that beat like funeral drums alone.
For in its depths we’ll find salvation’s cold reprieve.
And in its darkness our souls forever ensnared.
