My Dismay

where are you?

the days gone by, my heart, frail heart,
beckon for me to stay within,
to play a chilish gave therin,
to abide in the times in which thou art,

you show me views of glory,
of times in which my heart did leap,
of faces precious did i keep,
you read me my own lovely story,

kill me not i ask of thee,
spare my mind which you devour,
leave me not so spar and sour,
o mind mind does treasure thee,

at times i desire you dead,
at times i wish you present,
andi your humble peasant,
of which you rule,yee great crowned head,

take me in thine arms,
release me not for any,
thy torments they are many,
but i know you did warn,

you will not slip away,
as tradition says you should,
this i wish i could,
ye my own dismay