My Sealed Fate

Too late, too late -- there's no remedy nor cure

to nurse my once burning, beating heart;

A stone now stands in it's solemn place,

sickened, smothered, shredded apart.

I sought words to pierce your soul,

Yet pierced my own instead;

I painted my deathbed crimson bright,

filling the canvas as a I bled.

And I poured my feelings out to you

The first fatal, foolish mistake;

Oh, foolish, foolish heart! I didn't know

until  your hands wielded our blade.

Was this the fate that bound me fast

when I first met your deceitful gaze,

at our Secret Place we once called home,

Where with my Key you sealed our days?