Medea (Arcana)

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