Silver's Call

A poem about a person regretting their past and how they wish to revive their lover—who had been killed by them.

One thousand years, it has been
Yet your eyes are still full of life
Living a life without impurity, sin
It will change when I take out the knife

Two thousand years ago, I wished
For pastel flowers and silver stars
Walking this crooked path, I have fished
Only an overflowing river of burning scars

Three thousand years ago, they cried
"Your eyes are the opposite of glee!"
Caressing my cheeks, you lied
Saying, "Your eyes are the sweetest honey."

Four thousand years ago, you hugged
Me, whispering an unforgettable phrase
Embracing you, I realised I had been drugged
Free, falling into a deathless daze

Now at this moment, I lean in for a kiss
Your lips inviting mine for a dance
Letting this knife meet my heart, I truly miss
The day you were still alive, when I had a chance