From whence you came please now return
And n’ere again appear.
For broken be my frailest heart
No mending it I fear.
You did not treat it fair and well
With care and clear concern.
Instead you built its lonely pyre
And stood and watched it burn.
So now please go, begone, depart,
And leave me to my pain.
I’ll not forgive your callosity
Nor your hardhearted,
(c) 2016 Mystk Knight