My Beautiful Illusion

You were just an illusion
A figment of my mad isolation
Made to break concentration


I taught myself to love you
You're a mist--that I knew
But I didn't know what to do.


And you came to me
Came to me softly
Oh, how I loved thee!


Yours was a visage of grace
But let me touch thy face
And my wit you shall erase.


But real, you are not
Yet you mean a lot
Remember you, I should not.


Alas, but I did love you.
I knew I did and I still do.
Yet I am cursed to forget you.


Farewell, my dream maiden,
And you shall be forgotten.
Nothing more but a dark raven.