Lamentation

My dearth will not be lamented I know,
A mere drops will dry before they fall,
For many a hearts I might have broken,
Many a false lives that I have lived.

I tried asunder to be of help,
to be counted among the earth's beloved.
But the fate had something else in mind,
The fall of worth,
for to tender hearts I was blind.

So I still stand here
and thine pardon I demand,
Blasphemy and Ignorance eventhough
you think I command.
But as a mere mortal I stand here,
A wain life and
melancholic despair.