A prophesying shade

My love, a shattering woe
from whence a covenant vengeance made
in silent bliss sweet words unspoke
wrought sad suspicion in this heart of gold
tear tarnished, on shinning surface sped
a drop of virtue in hell’s evil bent
lay corrupted, sundered, from the glories of men
to prose in features all rose blush spent
careless and worn the ironwood tree
decry a mockery to it’s windy leaves
and shallow a shout lay in it’s veins
a steely line of truth before unnamed
for here lie the covenant, sweet and true
of thousand hearts bound and thousands sundered by youth
in vicious parade that yawning breach
between spirits kindred did thoughtfulness speak
and break with haste this loveless world
a cold and hasty end in peril
heed me, for yon morrow’s sun
will soon melt this prophesying shade down
that love hath not a fairer name
then those breathed in silent decay.