Deep within this dark cave,
Where light barely shines,
I see remnants of times long past.
The remains of both beautiful and most foul.
However, in an antechamber there it was,
Before me a scene so immense and grand.
As if a tornado had blown
The wreckage clear.
Here was the aftermath of the crusades,
The turmoil of the Holocaust,
The kind and tender friendship of Katrina,
The experience of tender lips brushing,
The silky feel of bare skin,
Swirling together in a vortex.
The chamber bore a constant war,
One of hope and fear.
The feelings so strong,
All for the girl that's gone.