Lost One

Lost now, speak gently of thy soul.., I will.

For Love's great lot has cast thee there.

Amongst the elementals, lost.

Pray thee the utterance of childhood's memories,

as weak fingernails grasp granite.

Desperate voices late, too late.

'tis arrogrance to wonder at thy plight.

'tis arrogrance that brought you there.

'tis but nothing... now.

Love's voice forever singing in your ear,

...without understanding...misery.

Hell's mindset, yourset.

Lost now, speak gently of thy soul.., I will.

Forgetfully, with lost memories.

Fading in the purest Light.