Ruthless Realm

In this ruthless realm where love is a ghostly vine, Two hearts dance, severed, in sorrow's shadowed shrine, Dreams, eclipsed by cannons' mournful cries, Love's radiant sun sets, as agony sighs.

In love's gentle whisper, our hearts confined, Two flames, distant, yet eternally aligned. War's fierce tempests howl, a fate once sealed, I, a wounded wanderer, she, in pain concealed.

In love's tender clasp, two souls endure the pain, Yet the harsh winds of war persist, leaving hearts in chains, He yearns in silence, aching for her, far from home's sweet shore, While she weeps softly, in the night's somber core.