griffith

His tear-stained fingers touched fading words
Written in a love now falling slowly away with the march of time
A lonely melody whispers softly from his silenced throat
As the comedic tragedy of their passion
Becomes a fantasy of his ink-stained quill
That others may yearn
That others may love
That others may comprehend


His blood-stained hands touched a chalky throat
Held once in a love now dripping slowly away to the grain of the wooden floor
A tragic melody whispers softly from his screaming throat
As the unforgettable tragedy of their passion
Becomes a reality in his water-stained cell
That others may learn
That others may live
That others may understand