It’s been two moons since I’ve heard your voice
Not even your laughs could mask your choice
Strained and hollow in your muted tone
A far cry from the person I’ve known

A wit once as sharp as a freshly forged blade,
Has since drastically dulled and decayed
A voice once light, bright and animated,
Has since become inanimate and deflated

It’s been a fortnight since I gazed upon your mouldered visage
Not even the hood you wore could veil your disgraced image
A man who sacrificed his soul and my heart only to be imprisoned
Was this the happy ending that you truly envisioned? 

A husk of greatness stood before me that night,
The ramifications of your actions in plain sight
Your face screamed out the definition of blight
My heart weighed heavy with contrite

Reminiscent residue dusts the interior of your skin
Voices echo the hollow within
Cheap perfume cannot camouflage the rot inside you
A sorry excuse for the man I once knew