My Last Request

In the deep and dwelling lands,
where dark and dreary dreams lie dormant.
Is a place that I call home, a place called Forgotten.
And in this world, I am alone,
Though wisps of memories float near.
And in the night when all is clear,
is when I hear it calling.

A memory that holds my heart,
In havens far from heaven.
A glowing doom I can not escape,
But its still a love I hold dear.
And in it I still grow in fear,
For its chances long have fallen.

1, 2, 3, 4 each a number in a line,
Of broken hearts and nonchalant caring.
And when at last the day is done,
And my heart is free at last to love.
The maiden turns her head and weeps,
For her heart has long fled in bloody tears.

And so I sit, here all alone. For once I don't fear our maker,
For its a welcome relief from this wizened past,
Where I made one last mistake and she slipped fast.
To other hearts that were open.

If I could, I'd ask for one last request,
Before my soul stops turning,
and thats to relive one final time
In her arms where both hearts are beating,
Quiver, shiver, and at last rejoice.
In each other's eyes, the souls no longer fleeting.
At peace with my first and my last.