La Fleur

You seem so far away from me...
my soul still starves for you.
A wilted rose scorched by an angry sun,
my barren world has fallen through.

My roots still cling to poisoned earth,
my leaves are cracked and dry.
A mere husk of some former beauty,
in silence, I wither and slowly die.

My once glorious crown of petals
have long-since faded into dust.
All I once was has been destroyed
by the breaking of a sacred trust.

My heart still echoes the remains
of a melody only you can hear.
I am tainted by our wretched curse,
but sweet Death I no longer fear.