My Damsel; Departure.

(This poem is a response to ‘when we two parted -Lord Byron’) 

When we two parted,
I,your premptory continent,
Thy, my percolate damsel.
A tinny bereft swept thy.

But like the beads of your sombre,
I too suppressed remorse.

Building up impassive pillars,
as a ceaseless chamber,
is quite a staircase down.
Where is thou I loved? as,
Thy changed to an instrument of,
Raw predicament, thee’s quality? 

Thy vows are not tethered,
if none were to consolidate.
Sadness is a gruesome physicality,
Thou smile art not shared? 
Please, thy great Damsel, share.

Alas I let in silence you can mope,
if thy self worth has no hope, 
for I strive to live.
Thou communicate decease.
Our love deceives.