Thief of my soul.

This ain't no story, this ain't no blog,

Was once a conqueror, broken down by a log.

My brain weeps, my heart dies,

This tale is of a knight, who cries.

Words are wrong, feelings are true,

masters are those, who ride the blue.

no piece of ash, would justify your worth,

world's full of jerks, there's no dearth.

unsaid words, are the ones left behind,

it depends, would you be able to unwind.

All she left, is an unfilled hole,

thou art a thief, a thief of my soul.