The One To Fill The Void

As we the few, the tempered souls, Commit to memory, that tortured prose, We'll rise, the conquered, to turn and look, At the barren realm, we once forsook, To view again it's subtle grace, I'll dance, unladen, on their Graves, And I'll deny that final fate, To stay, upon this secluded place, It was you I loved, and I you broke, As you strike once more, that bitter pose, That aims to tear my soul in two And shake the home, I thought I knew And as you uttered your final words, As you gave your breath away, I was left with your shameful choice, Can I follow, or must I stay?