Glyphs

Ill-fated as it may seem
Where I weep by her side
Tender sweet under glyphs
We carved in distant memory
Growing paler in seconds passing
The grey we may see by veils
Waiting to open up and embrace
Delicate and delightful in passage
Through the gates to final repose
Ill-fates as it may seem
Where I weep on severed limbs
Tender sweet under glyphs
We carved in distant memory
Leave me pale in grey shadows
Veils waiting for us both impatient
Delicate and delightful in passage
Through the gates to final repose