A Dying Hope of A "Footstop"

An old proclaim of love
No “footstop” forever lock
An old plateau of love
Filled with womb-dead seeds to start

Proclaim of Love long been forgotten
Plateau of Love long been deserted

Once green pasture perhaps here still
Once promised love thou shall here not

He the black horse in his life
He the black curse in my life
Dare not to re-met in God’s sight

Re-step never thy old plateau
Only if thou is allowed to pay a toll
Cross over to the other side of century old
Intent staying long surely no
All thou want is to put a “footstop” to that hole
So the once immortal soul
End following by the chapter finally closed