My right hand gave a letter to him Written in poetic words, phrases In a language of other worlds My left hand gave a letter to him Written with love, devotion, kinship With the progeny of days destined Two shaded figures amble before my eyes A poetic unity, but known not to last And beatific scenery wilting as they pace Inharmony pulsing as if a heartbeat Before me the paths unveil conflicted Free yet aimless these apparitions lie As I fight back the fate that befell them Midst the endless thoughts within my scarred mind For long have I known one of them dies young The discordances deepen for they're never truly free And through every waking second the strife is drawing near Neath the lineament of the wavering tree line They both know these hours are lies which all must be burned Safe havens turn to dust Free yet aimless these apparitions lie As I fight back the fate that befell them But deep down I know the lack of all hope For no matter which one I choose I will die alone