Triangle

Alone,
How they feel,
The two that could never be,
The happiness they will never see,
This is their world.
As the darkness descends upon the world, a voice in the lengthening shadows cries out, demanding to be let free, the anguish flowing in her small voice, ravaged as it may be from the tortures.
Time,
Going by,
The end is far away and wanted,
And then the three will be free,
To roam through the world.
Brought back from the edge of insanity, he continues to slide back toward that boundary that all fear, for once he crosses it he will be lost.
Two,
Tested in fire,
The One stands aside and sees it fall,
The end of sanity for the One and all,
The end of the world.
The One is alone now, as he has been for the ages, except for the brief moment when someone had reached out to him, freeing from the shackles of his curse, which now grow heavier by the day.
Life,
What meaning,
It had for any of them ever at all,
Insanity, desolation, the poet born,
Into this twisted world.
The lives are in the balance, for all near destruction, and only the poet can see, in his wisdom, the fate that they will face if they do not all survive, for one falling will take the others into a Hell grater than the one they face in this life.
Alone,
How they feel,
The two that could never be,
The happiness they will never see,
This is their world.