Missing Thee

The void in my chest

Grows larger everyday.

I ask what is best

The gods none to say.

Remedy i seek

Can be found in one source,

Atop mountain peak

Inscribed in Runic Lores.

I yearn for the Grace

To soon gone from my sight,

Set my soul ablaze,

Kept me from sleep all night.

Great pain dwells inside,

Nothing offers respite.

None can set it aside

Except the once shed light.

I wish to witness

Once more the fair presence,

Be free from this mess

And bask in quintessence.