Crescent Moon

Centuries stood against my way,
Cruel fate, her love may never be mine.
Muted pleas, one desperate need,
Yearning whispers silenced by time.

Honors bounded my glory days
Where conquests came with an iron heart.
Until she arrived, a mere priestess girl,
And pierced my soul like a lethal dart.

Sweet love, emotions will only hinder me,
Though I cannot bring to let her go.
Bear no leaves then, give no goodbyes;
This weary heart has much to bestow.

Yet cruel fate, she can never be mine,
Time had stolen her too soon.
But I shall take wait in this barren night,
Alas now, I am her crescent moon.