Medea - Arcana

In you were treasured many hopes

Tender pledging of days in grace

Bliss and dream intertwined as one

Joy such all lovers might envy

Those thoughts are mine no more

For now I am empty;

bereft of you

I must endure this solitude

And nevermore behold your face

I did not seek to wring your heart

The same act surely wrong my own

I had to brace me to the dead

Hence filled my heart with wickedness