Bard of Desolation

This was a piece inspired by a breakup between two of my close friends. It was just awkward. I had penned this after listening to the guy's lamenting one night.

Eyes weary, I'll serenade the walls
Regaling every victory and my many falls
A bard of desolation,
The backhand of creation.
I sit in the absence of light
Seducing the sun to give up this fight
Silver Moon, light my way.
I don't think I could bare the bright day.
Beneath ebony rays, notes will rise
Each chord mimics a thousand cries.
I'll sing to your reflection in the starry sky
And I'll catch the crystals welling in my eye.
Did I lose a friend or did I lose my soul?
Is it in a king's gold that a man may feel whole?
But completion is not a gilded road, it's in no luxurious feat.
Because in the longing for love, I feel complete.
So why is it that I never want what I have in hand
My position is so hard to understand.
Only in leaving do I feel whole
Only in a broken heart do I have a complete soul.
I am the Bard of Desolation.
I am the Choir for the Damned's Elation.