The Golden Apple of Discord

The Golden Apple Of Discord

The Golden Apple of Discord was a gift I gave to you
when our eyes forged the bond that would never be cut in two.
But torn apart we were, unable to absorb
the push and the pull from the gravity of that orb.

With every wave that crashed upon the Trojan shore,
I wept for my mistakes and all that went before,
and still the bond entwines us through anger, sorrow and fear,
but even with you resting here, your heart is nowhere near.

The colour of the sunset tonight was crimson red,
and when we rise tomorrow we will count the dead.
And I will have a vision in terrors of the night
until the end of my days that what you said was right.

With every wave that crashed upon the Trojan shore,
I wept for my mistakes and all that went before,
and still the bond entwines us through anger, sorrow and fear,
but even with you resting here, your heart is nowhere near.

Let’s head to the hills, smell the new grass,
and remedy our ills – the trouble will pass.
And if songs lead to madness and words lead to war,
we’ll conquer the sadness forevermore.

The real apple of joy, I know, I can give to you,
because we have been blessed, my love, and that’s the truth.

With every wave that crashed upon the Trojan shore,
I wept for my mistakes and all that went before,
and still the bond entwines us through anger, sorrow and fear,
but resting either far or near, your heart is always here.