Tales told in tongues of gold,

He tells me a gypsy had taken his soul,

In return for a promise of the unknown.

The idea played with your mind,

You swore it was true but still you had no clue,

How it would tear me apart from you,

I wanted to believe you...

Night terrors flickered in your head,

You wake shuttering and drenched in sweat,

Looking at you in fear,

I reach for your hand but you neglect,

Rising out of bed and stepping outside,

Leaving me alone to wonder why.

Days blended into the next,

I feel you resist when we kiss,

You're slipping from this life,

To go in search of a dream you had in sleep.

Telling me the time is drawing near and soon you must go,

Alone.

I ask why I cannot come,

But you just stare out the window into the valley,

As if I was not there.

Then you lean in and whisper...

"Your time will come...some things we have to face alone."