We, cannot as one,
Transcend this place,
Where is Salvation now?
So we return to the starlit meadows,
Where we once, enraptured and deceived,
Stole the world for ourselves,
And gave this drifting vessel,
To an everlasting Dark.
With twilight in our hands,
We let slip through the fingers of time,
The Newdawn,
Which shedding silent echoes still,
Is received and will forever persist.
And my heart beats through the Dark,
Though the sun shines in the sky,
Unable to drive away the blackness,
That radiates from within.
I feel the fire that burns inside you,
Just like life itself,
Through no fault of our own,
This injustice devours us.
I wake once again,
And I open my eyes to a glimpse of serenity,
Yet soon, like the fleeting midsummers moon,
It wanes,
Leaving behind a vast interminable blackness.
Wipe away those childish tears,
The relentless and ancient night is gone,
And now as autumn approaches,
The circle, and the mystery,
Is renewed one last time,
In your solitude,
No sacrifice,
Just existence.
So sadly I return,
My grief unspoken to the night,
No plea, no call,
The dimmest of lights reflects in my mind
And I recall how I stuggled, to supress your Eden,
To achieve the end, the essence of life,
But now all I do is drift away,
Into the sublime.......
As I sit here most Resplendent on my throne of anguish,
Dark, in the way that I am,
My spirit slowly ebbs away,
No expression for my affliction,
No shining light to guide me through.
Under what pretense was I summoned here?
Did the reverant cast me down?
What unspoken sin did my heart commit?
So even though now declared anti-christ,
I shall not repent my way,
For even if it means being locked this way for eternity,
I shall just laugh, for I know that it was me.
Where are the dreams of silent minds?
Forgotten and abandoned,
By darkened lives,
Lost in the Gateways of Dying Time.
Faded flowers mark my way,
Shadows,endless, embrace me.
Haunting reflection within,
Blackened notes envelope me.
My soul is torn,
My dreams have died,
Where are you now?
Lost on the twisted path that leads to me.
In between the light,
I find what is left of me,
It was beautiful,
It is gone.
That,
Which was once,
Ours,
Forever gone,
Trapped in the corner,
Of a decaying time,
Which will not,
And cannot be,
Tomorrow has already gone,
Yesterday will never be,
Safe delivery of a Time,
Has destroyed,
You.
Praying to the infinite dream,
As life washes over me,
It fills me, takes me away,
And delivers me.
The horizon beckons,
What lies beyond is as yet hidden,
And now turning in this reality,
I can see myself, at last,
I am.
Once more I cry,
And once more I let out a weary sigh,
For once where there was life,
Is now cloaked in shadow.
And as I spread out my arms,
And as I try to fly,
I know that surely I am destined,
To fall...
What do you think? Let me know at
darien@globalnet.co.uk
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