You wrote the words to our swan song,
But together we sang the melody.
The bells rang out with the clamor of hell,
Confused between mourning and glee.
Now you’ll sing me to my sleep,
And as I close my eyes and turn to rest,
I’ll kiss your teary face one last time,
And wish you, lady, wish you my best.
When you leave and all is quiet,
I’ll float away in nightmare’s seas,
And fiery worms will cut through my lungs.
I’ll try to scream, but I’ll only wheeze.
The waters can’t drown me,
I’ve just started my dying,
And the fires won’t go out
Because it’s too cold for crying.
It’s the end of days, the beginning of night
But my stubborn mind refuses to die.
Rotting and burning until the break of dawn,
As the waves rush in again but with tired sighs.
And the waters march.
In the end,
It doesn’t matter much.
But winds will blow,
And eyes will see,
As the world will never cease to be.
Men will love,
And then they’ll hate.
But before the dawn,
They’re always late.
Beauty stares at beauty,
But doesn’t know what it sees.
Surrounded by the humdrum
Of thousands of lives,
And still they must be caught.
The mysteries of a still life
Cannot go uncovered.
If they did,
And gentle ripples
Caressed the stony shore,
What would happen
On a summer night,
With a head full of tales
And a stomach of poison,
I fell into a hole in the ground.
Fell into another world,
Of silk and warmth and tenderness,
And now I can’t remember
If it was Heaven or Hell.
There was love and fear,
(And plenty of lust)
Whispers and eyes
That could end worlds.
Breathless, sorrowful wonders
Filled the burrow,
The theater for the night’s campaign,
Where minds filled with the glories and scars
Of past battles
Turned to better things.
Songs flew from our fingertips,
And poetry through our lips,
Bathing in each other
Until the world was a forgotten place,
Where crocodiles and gods ruled together.
Against my wits,
And other things,
I crawled into the light,
And found it echoed
With a cacophony of silence.
Summer’s almost gone,
And there’s sickness in our necks.
If you’re not careful,
Don’t take quick steps,
Autumn will overthrow you,
Tear you down,
And bury you.
Winter’s frosts are reaching close.
Hard, cold, and sharpened claws,
But they sit on artist’s hands.
If you live,
If you can still see,
What they paint
Will be your Masterpiece.
Pleasant secrets the wind does whisper
But I cannot hear them.
They are too far away
For my eager ears to catch.
And they aid me not.
Listlessly I drift
Upon the vast and empty sea
The seabirds croak above
As they wait for the end.
The sun falls upon my naked body
A thousand golden spears
Searing my soul
With the truths of the world.
Alone, I can no longer
Feel, love, nor see.
But not quite alone
Pain is my companion.
Upon the fields of France we meet,
Two knights in armour shining bright.
'Twas just beyond the town of Crecy
Before that immortal, bloody fight.
"Hail, my friend. We meet at last.
And what brings us here?” I say.
"We’ve come to take back Normandy
And all of France, we may.”
Together we rode forth
To the sound of troops amassing.
Whispering filled the morning air.
A fatal rain was passing.
Finally, the hour had come
For a red dawn and glory eternal.
"Let us go forth, comrade," he said,
"Quell any fears internal."
Furiously, we raised our swords on high
And fought with fury seen never since,
As I rode among knights of honour
With Edward, the Black Prince.
Sitting upon a mountain’s crest,
Golden in twilight’s dying light,
A smile plays about her lips,
Her eyes burning like crystals white.
Her smile, an angel’s smile,
Healing balm to an aching heart,
Comforting a longing soul,
Finally making my life to start.
Her laugh a heavenly laugh,
Mixing with the music of birds and rain
And the soulful sighs of the night-phantoms,
Piercing my heart with its sweet refrain.
The pale white face of the night
Rises to embrace the darkened sky,
Lighting the path by which we dance;
In each other’s warm embrace we fly.
And finally, when we sleep„
Jealous elves upon us fall,
Envious of a lover’s love,
For their hearts are stone-cold walls.
So this is how it comes about
That I sit upon this lonely hill
In twilight’s dying light;
Dead as the boulders is my will.
Upon my windblown cheeks
Tears like crystal rain now flow.
I sit alone as I weep,
Alone but with many foes.