Romance: Digital Style
Oh sweet Thanatos, why do you keep me chained to the shores of torment?
Eternally waiting for the luckless reply of hapless love?
What makes you my ill-advised aide in seeing
Love and death as bedfellows of my pain?
And yet here I stand, with you as my guide,
Forever fated to return,
As the maiden waits in the silence for her lost love,
I wait for my dues of desolation and despondency.
I yield to your temptation, sweet Thanatos,
Amongst the graveyards of shame and iniquity,
Where my lady and I fooled ourselves to heroism
And dreamed ourselves to a better world.
In the sugar coated hills of liberty,
Where