Medea

In you were treasured many hopes

Tender pledging of days in grace

Bliss and dream intertwined as one

Joy such as all lovers might envy

Those thoughts are mine no more

For now I am empty; bereft of you

I must endure this life in solitude

And nevermore behold your face

I did not seek to wring your heart

The same act surely wrung my own

I had to brace me to the deed

Hence filled my heart with wickedness

The purpose was not to curse

The act was the only resolution

Constrained to dethrone our beauty

Thus preventing greater suffering

I must endure this life in solitude

And nevermore behold your face