My Wounded Soul

I had my Achilles covered so completely, protected from ill fate;

In case the Reapers’ deadly archer, would help him take my mate!

But he found a place more vulnerable, for his arrows deadly goal;

It struck the exposed bullseye, in the center of my soul!

Then the Reaper came and stole you, as I lay wounded on the ground;

When I awoke, I crawled to find you, but your empty bed I found!

I looked up to the Heavens, and cursed what they had done;

Then I crumpled and started waking, as my mourning had begun!

My wounded soul will never heal; it’s been crying eighteen moons;

It sobs for the years that we were robbed of, and your leaving me too soon!

Each day I sing you Mantras, as I weep beneath your shrine;

I never will forget you; Forever you’ll be mine!