The Curtain Falls

When dawn breaks, you return just so to your own courtyard,
All your sorrows tucked away in the dark corners of your heart,
In wounded pride you bind your breast to midnight's lonely quarter,
Watch the curtain fall in silence through that killer mist of water,
Still you clasp life close to you in melancholy, in pain,
How you love this pallor in your heart's burnt color-game,
Even lost melodies you find in the distant voice of burning songs,
With your tears alone you pay the price at faith's strange throng,
On your final journey you bathe complete in love's own poison-strong!