A Garret Poet

A thank you and tribute to Terry Clitheroe and the Poet's Garret

The Empty Room

The Empty Room
Form: Rondelet

They fell in love
And walked towards the setting sun
They fell in love
To freely share desire thereof
But love was doomed they'd ne'er be one
Such cursed hearts cannot be undone
They fell in love

With words of spite
That echo through the empty room
With words of spite
That caused lovers to fall and fight
And stale odours shadowed their gloom
And love lies cold as in a tomb
With words of spite

Love fades away
And leaves behind a bitter taste
Love fades away
No feelings linger here to stay
Destroying souls that once were chaste
Their time as one was just a waste
Love fades away