Elusive

Tear on the hearstrings
O' goddess of fate,
Rip away the years,
long spent in
the temple of another's
love that will never be,
no water into wine, this
altar will forever be
stained with the blood
of sacrifices untold,
while the battle rages
inside the heart,
desperately fighting
an illusion of reality,
yet still the river runs deep,
from now until the seas boil,
and the skies reign with fire,
the truth will remain
forever unscathed.