Am I Dead To Your Heart My Fearsome Queen Poem by Captain Cur

Am I dead to your heart, my fearsome queen,  
will these battle scars heal without a trace?  
I fought thy wars more years of pain await 
to wake me from this nightmare that I dream. 
I thread my wounds and count the days unseen,  
neither sun nor moon will shine on me their grace 
here darkness thrives within thy cold embrace;  
I turn my eyes from what thou once had been.

A beacon glares, its weak light growing strong 
for many nights I prayed to understand 
does fate decide to whom my love belongs 
and why I crave thy warm yet loveless hand;  
the wind, the heat, the waves this hellish urge 
to bludgeon hope, is this thy love's command?