A man can't bear his lost loved one for some reasons
A thousand miles to your grave stepping stone
Imagine my fault it was. Rough...
A mountain spikes as your late resting bone
Visualize I called unjust. Slough...
Beauty or Beast, your look is important?
Essence of your life seems little
Kindness or Vice, your jouk is recurrent?
Presence of your mire keeps brickle
Trek - my only objective of penance
Entrust my tool to your frailty
Encrust my ruin to your bailey
Yet... my holey connective is remnant
The dusk spots I, eyes reflect its mirage
One last sunset uniquely glares
The must log die, night effects rich brillance
One mass foxfire deathily glazes