Yew's Lament

Embodiment of everything
I thought I knew,
your shadow taints the place
where I buried the man I loved.

Your poison will not make a difference
to his veins, for he will live
as I knew him, inside my heart.
He will always be fresh as love itself;
he was my first, and I loved him
better than any mortal girl.
I loved him much too well.

But you, I know, don't care
about such things; you wouldn't understand
that feelings are immortal
and how hard it is to see
how something once alive and good
has been reduced to something cold as death,
forevermore touched by your darkness.