Traveler's Requiem [Poetry]

Guilt's Tempest

Friend of young heart,
When does thine heart wither yet?
For I have not a friend old heart,
Strength of conviction cracked by time,
So yet now we have ruin upon us,
Guilt's tempest sits at our door,
To wreck the boat of our voyage,
Rendering our forces separate,
And strength not which stood before.

Friend of young heart,
Run from the heat of thunder,
Guilt's tempest brings even the strong to their knees,
The weak crumble and crash,
Like a tree collided by Zeus's mighty sword,
Destruction lies in her wake.

Friend of young heart,
Leave me yet soon,
Guilt's tempest sees not light,
Till she fades beyond the horizon of life,
The lost shall die in her wake,
And the protected fuel her journey,
So shall there be no saving this heart,
The storm will do myself in.

Friend of young heart,
Thine tempest shall take the cliff,
My weak heart sliced by Zeus,
Irredeemable to a previous state,
Forsaken lies my jubilance,
Done in by time and guilt,
Lost in the storm.