The Liar’s Keep, Catullus

The Liar’s Keep, Catullus

Soon the year will be past,
Drowned in the shadows it cast,
Torn from the start,
Ripped from the heart,
Until oblivion it welcomed at last.

Soon the year will be done,
Smothered for comity’s fun,
Destroyed from the off,
By the Liar’s scoff,
Until nihility it finally won.

Soon the year will be ended,
Choked by the torment it blended,
Wrenched from my arms,
With unsounded alarm,
Until to Lethe it finally wended.

Soon the year will be spent,
Slain by the wounds that it sent,
Crushed from the soul,
That can never be whole,
Until Catullus at last is content.

Warrior Princess