Blood to Bond II

Not far off looms a day

In which my kin will be swept away

The first, of blood, has already gone

And soon will the one go of "Friendly" bond

These which once were my sustaining power

Have lingered by but for an hour

And come another moment more

And all will be as it was before

Desolate

Lonely

The absence of Friend

And it seems

Almost

This were the end

But a hope beats in my empty soul

Within which lies an ugly hole

And soon, I imagine I'll see them again

The one of blood bond, the other of kin

But how can I say? I cannot, indeed

Declare that I will follow Fate's lead

For to and fro, Fate has flung my wretched being

And I grow tired of sundering, never seeing

Rent is my soul, and rife is my passion

And it would seem that emotion holds some fashion

That embodies the worst of all my pain

And yet tells me that I may live again

My hands that once were tied are free 

But I'll not trust them to stay and be

A friend as much the one I lost

For these will turn on me as hostile