Chronicles of The Love Town

Holed up inside this machine of blood
The village people all killed in the flood
Outside the boundaries, there lay a well
It drank up the wasted tears in its shell

Town has fought with the blazing sun
Priests are traitors, they lust the night's fun
Unrequited love is in the air like lost souls
Smell of misery and sinew along with opium roll

Eagles circle over the impoverished residents
Waiting the looming, ever impending death
The fight is not among the summer and winter
It's the wrath of cupid, a rage unparalleled

Mirror of Erised only shows an ocean of disease
Affects the heart, it devours them piece by piece
None of them saw the ray of lightness of being
All they did was to attach weight, chains cling

A young man with a pristine heart full of love
Oh! Fate had him enter the town on a dove
The arrow poisoned with the rage struck him
Didn't hurt, he felt the feelings come up to brim

Black smokes emanate from the muddy ranches
They block the still sun, the doors stay latched
Hiding inside the meerkats, away from terror
The man jumped gladly into the ring of fire

Years divided into months & weeks & days
Slow poison began the rot in unique ways
The man realized the inevitable, the break of glass
Engulfing him the waves of ache, he tried to hold a flask

Town seeing it all, felt a strange amusement
Stoic it had always feigned, no care or resentment
Witnessing the implosion, this man was different
Floods tried to warn him, nothing he felt

O this is the town of that verb called love
Like all fantasy lore it ends in a grave
A sick croon floats in the grey air of nothingness
Mysterious the sound, it conspires for something fresh

Surviving the battle but losing the war every hour
The man has shed the tag of innocent warrior
No one can fight a decimated soul of dust
Fort will be conquered, black flag at ship mast

Every breath taken slowly fades into the air
The memories imprinted on the canvas of lair
It is time to say hallelujah one last time
Man knows it's time to go, there is no fight

Rains come and wash his ashes fighting the eagles
The winds carry him to the well of tears
Shell accepts the remains, glistening bright
Fading remnants of love, rinsed & dead, flight.

And the still sun shone bright on the rotten carcass
The well got full up-to the brim & flooded the town's brass
A sin took place that day & etched the day into the memory stone
The man came, saw, conquered, lost, died in vain.