A morning in magenta, the petals fed from the dew. She held her breath for a
moment, to pause off the stream. Still clinging to vast, old memories. And I
would marvel at her beauty, playing through the rain. The coffin is
beautifully engraved. Stained by soil, symbols of death. All of which are
stared upon, with porcelain eyes it seems. Some spoke, and it was my turn to
go. In death entwined, I could not believe. But it hangs around my neck. A
soft breeze passed me by, somewhat warmer for a second. I knew it was the
coming of spring, thus our APRIL ETHEREAL. It was me, peering through the
looking-glass. Beyond the embrace of Christ. Like the secret face within the
tapestry. Like a bird of prey over the crest. And she was swathed in sorrow,
as if born within its mask. Her candlelight snuffed, the icon smiled.
Emptiness followed by her wake. I could clasp her in undying love. Within
ghostlike rapture the final word was mine. She faced me in awe. twas a
token of ebony colour. Embodied in faint vapour. Wandering through Aprils
fire. Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you. I will endure,
hide away. I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure. It is a mere
destiny I thought, a threshold I had crossed before. The rain was waving
goodbye, and when the night came the forest folded its branches around me.
Something passed by, and I went into a dream. She laughing and weeping at
once: "take me away". I dont know how or why, Ill never know WHEN. Red
sun rising somewhere through the dense fog. The portrait of the jaded dawn
who had seen it all before. This day wept on my shoulders. Still the same as
yesterday. This path seems endless, body is numb. The soul has lost its
flame. Walking in familiar traces to find my way back home. So there I was.
Within the sobriety of the immortals. A semblance of supernatural winds
passing through, The garden sighs, flowers die. The gate was closed that
day, but I was bound to carry on. She could not see me through the windows.
In dismay, strangest twist upon her lips. Graven face, she said my name.
Once inside I heard whispers in the parlour. The gilded faces grin, aware of
my final demise. And I cried, I knew she had lied. Her obsession had died,
it had died. When can I take you from this place? When is the word but a
sigh? When is death our lone beholder? When do we walk the final steps? When
can we scream instead of whisper? When is the new beginning, the end of this
sad MADRIGAL. Our abode mongst the stars is waiting, long enough for our
last breath of life. You stare at nothing, right through me, at times
resembling the Devils concubine. And me, I am the idol that would long to
caress our eyes until they would open no more. I would comfort you if I only
could, but as we all know by now...I am just thin air. Unaware as you are of
my presence, you are losing yourself. Hiding within THE AMEN CORNER.
White summer. So far I have gone to see you again. Hiding your face in the
palm of your hands. Finding solace in the words I do despise. You snatch at
every sound. And even though you believe that I am shackled within death,
memories are tainted with paleness. Crestfallen still. Those eyes...empty
like a barren well. It was the only task I would undertake. To reap the
harvest that was mine. The seed that had sprung into a florid meadow, and
left me helpless in your embrace. The bond we never spoke of, once stark and
enticing, now slowly smoldering to dust. The celestial touch, from grey to
black. A fathomless void enclosing. Unwritten secrets beneath the cobwebs. I
can not endure. And so I rose from my sleep. The moon turned away its face.
Overture of the long, black night begins...something you said: "Eerie
circles upon the waters". Until now we have shared the same aura. My ashes
within your hands. My breath in the sepulchral mound. You know that your
night is my day. The final spark that blew life into me, the DEMON OF THE
FALL. Silent dance with death. Everything is lost. Torn by the arrival of
Autumn. The blink of an eye, you know its me. You keep the dagger close at
hand. And you saw nothing. False love turned to pure hate. The wind cried a
lamentation before merging with the grey. Demon of the fall. Gasping for
another breath. She rose, screaming at closed doors. Seductive faint mist
forging through the cracks in the wall. I shant resist. In tears for all of
eternity. She turned around and faced me for the first time. Run away, run
away. Just one second, and I was left with nothing. Her fragrance still
pulsating through damp air. That day came to an end. And she had lost in me,
her CREDENCE. Deserted again. You speak to me through the shadows. Walking
in closed rooms, using cold words. Captured by the night. The yearning
escapes from my embrace. Strange silhouettes whisper your thoughts, scream
your sadness. And they all turned away, unable to face more of this death.
Credence in my word. Written in dust, tainted by memories. I confess my
hope, recognize my loneliness. Your laughter weeps the truth. Push me into
corners. Confirming the epitaph of my soul and displaying the once unknown
KARMA. And as they say, grief is only able to possess. The rotting body
clad in ancient clothes is left behind with a wave of the hand. I have gone
away. The bed is cold and empty. Trees bend their boughs toward the earth. And
nighttime birds float as black faces. It was the hand reaching out through
the mirror. Unknown and scarred by life...the luring eyes, you had never
seen. You have nothing more to find. You have nothing more to loose. The
cold season drifts over the land. They huddle in the brown corners. Some
would settle for less. The castles were all empty, asleep. Long awaiting
their king. Beckoning round the bend. Amidst the forest one would hear that
I had been there. Draped within a fate I could not change, and always
welcoming Winters EPILOGUE. There it was. The final destiny. A sunrise
that never came, still the night lamp that never faded away. Farewell was the
word, and the afterglow was the brave morning. Rising and telling everyone
about the beauty of its PROLOGUE.