The royal realm of my heart's joy
is enshrouded by the fiery mists of sorrow.
Their is no happiness to be found within
my soul for it is encompassed by the dark
armies of painful loss.
My mind lies as a rotting corpse upon the
bloody fields of terrible discontented apathy.
For the black legions of deep dismay beguile me,
and have destroyed the hallowed grounds of my joy.
Leaving me to wallow pitiless in the sack cloth
and ashes of bitter mourning forever more.
Donavon Scott Vinson