Gorgo

In the dim-lit chamber, cold and gray,
Beside my lover of stone I stay,
I weep for the touch forever gone,
My tears an elegy, a mournful song.

Cursed, my touch a venomous hiss,
Each heart I hold becomes abyss,
A dance of tragedy, a mournful chore,
In shadows' grip, forevermore.

Regret gnaws deep, a bitter taste,
Our love was brief, a tragic waste,
A heart's lament, a silent plea,
A curse unending, consuming me.