Tonight the stars seam to tear their
way through a curtain of night, yet to my own mind it is for naught.
Bright lunar beams rip the clouds to
pieces and yet there is a far greater darkness that would block them
from my view.
I cannot dance beneath that light, for
of all the radiant beams that have ever shone there is one gone as
ash from this world.
My heart lies broken upon a most
terrible storm, I played my hand and left the hall half the man I
once was.
For nothing is what it would seem, no
amount of pious devotion or fire lit vigil will buy you any favour
from the gods, they are at best but shades and ash themselves, cruel
reminders of the vile injustice that flows through human kind, the
great depart to leave the foul detritus of this confused race
floating on the waters of despair.
Today I hate this world with all the
passion I have left, and yet it is I that have spared my beloved from
this pain, this hurt, lonesomeness and annihilation, now obligation
becomes the reason for life for I can find little else.
I have stood upon the shoulders of
your gods, I have gazed into the distant beyond, this answer is
simple.
It is what it is, as my dear beloved
would say.
Within this anger there is clarity, I
see clearly the delusion born of false hope that will ultimately pass
within a flood of tears.
I hate you for your futile persistence,
warmth found only in the realms of another kind of ignorance , face
it. Do not cheat fate, for ultimately no servant of that cruel
mistress can, the price is to high and you will learn that at your
peril.
She told me once, that the waters of
the Lethe were good enough for her.
The wisest and most beautiful soul I
have ever known has allowed fate her cruel will, and if to swim
within that water is good enough for her then who I am to ever
question that, for it will be good enough for this one also.
None shall ever see her like again,
none will ever match that purest of souls, that beautiful heart. My
own heart is broken and I shall never be complete for as long as this
world keeps me here.
And yet I loved her, I love her still.
Fortune did shine upon me for time
before fate tore her from my arms.
I have loved the best of us.
