Desperation
O, yea gods! How I yearn for a lost love!
And that against all better judgement;
The warnings of true and false hearts alike
Have said to stay my wand�ring heart.
And I myself have chained that heart
Within a dark and icy prison,
In fear that it shall be dashed once more
Against so many piercing blades,
And sundered as the gods will one day
Break apart this dismal rock.
For they too shall pass their judgement,
And end a world once ours.
But there, at the center of the wastes,
My blackened wretched goddess
To whom my heart unwillingly belongs!
She casts me out once more,
Denying my eyes the beauty of her visage,
My flesh the grace of her caress,
And my life the gift of death.
Do I hear the sound of her laughter?
Or rather of her miserable tears?
Laughter better suits my faithless friend,
She of the pink ribbons and lips,
Now bathed in so much blood.
Pale Diana sheds her brilliance,
Yet my lover dances not in her white light.
Nay, the shadows creep upon her,
Yet they are not those bitter shades
That have consumed my soul,
Those hateful tendrils of despair;
There on my fallen angel calmly rests
The enveloping shadow of another,
A soul from Charon�s returning craft!
O, Dearest heart, how could you have chosen this
From all of our forsaken Earth?
Did you even have a choice,
Or was it I who drove you to this?
But alas, I cannot press interrogation;
Your heart is turned away from mine.
And where is my savior now?
For now I seek his grace. Gone.
Gone with the love of a goddess.
Gone with the acceptance of a world.
Gone with my unanswered plea for death.
And so I continue on alone,
Walking the streets of this desolate void,
And the only thing that remains
Of the world that once was everything
Is the forgiveness I give my lost love,
And the undying love for her,
Constantly emanating from my broken form,
And ever falling at my feet in a wasted heap.