Despair, my wretched darling,
I know that you'll be true,
Never let me face a day apart from you.
But Hope, your cruelest sister,
Will never leave my side,
And her whispers are sweet poison to my mind.
I told her to forget me,
But she would not begone,
And with her curséd smiles draws me on.
And though I long to hold you,
I fear you'll always find,
I have two loves, Hope won't be left behind.
~ Renard de'Tyrens ~