ELENA
by Dynasty[1up]
So high is she, above the land;
So far away, from where I stand.
Compared to me, she is a saint;
And all I do, is hurt and taint.
Her deeds are miracles, through and through;
Though at her side, I cheat my due.
For I have wronged her, my shame is great;
I have defiled her, through my act of hate.
But in her innocence, she doesn’t know;
That it was I, who caused her woe!
So it’s fitting now, my crime be known;
For I have sinned, I must atone.
And what I’ve done, I can’t take back.
For forty years, my heart’s been black.
So finally now, I bear the truth;
My act of evil, within my youth.
But to hear my deed, and show no ill will;
To show yet compassion, and love me still?
To know my crime, yet not forsake;
This mercy, this kindness, I cannot take.
But at her request, most directly implied;
Reluctant and loath, I stayed by her side.
For her will is like that of the will of the land;
No matter how hard I try, I could never withstand.