Death at My Door - Part 2

Unlatch the door to this crypt,

beyond lays a daughter of old.

Sleep full on a madden night,

a heart that forever calls my soul.

Lost among the hands of a broken clock,

eyes explore my inner sanctuary.

Whispers of a lost language,

I hear her in the realm of the dead.

 

Etched into the seams of destiny is our love,

never to be in life but to fulfill after the coming death.

Mystical soul surrounds my rusted mind,

running among the graves like a plague.

incinerating sadness has unearthed itself in my heart,

I cannot feel the vibrant element from her pure deployment in this harbor.

I turn to the lunacy of the sun for a dark enlightenment,

down into the loathing for comfort,

a foretold anguish is spittle on my face as she vanishes away,

never has become an orphan to me.

 

Depressed beyond the glories of the stars,

severing my bond to this earth.

Leaving behind a story with no words,

painting the sky with crimson flames.

I cannot remember her last goodbye,

nor can I taste the kiss.

Paled in my filthy mire,

killing myself in the afterlife.

Beholding a scroll of rage,

writing endless tragedy upon the face of time.

Sitting by the hearth under a frosty soberness.

 

An axe to mend my gallows,

incomprehensible dilemma is the edge.

Softly I lay down the misery of life to dream of my embittered joy.

Perhaps a mirage cast upon my feeble mind by a druid.

Walking among the pillars that are homes to my friends,

shallow is my breath for the judged.

Somewhere among these tears,

she waits for me to chose a side,

but I dare not impede my own neutrality.

Quiet songs I have recalled from her,

even in my infernal imprisonment.

 

There is a bit of mourning for me to give.

 

Darkness hides all events,

horrid Gods have taunted me with visitations.

Such powerful reunions but a flaring deception,

places this sadistic burden on my scarred spirit.

After the fall of dawn,

the coming of the ancient dragon has sealed my neutrality.

Forever abandoning my pleasure for a place of hideous dreams,

trapped down in my own hell.

Misshaping the world to live in,

indeed beloved shall come to.

A will of steel and a mind of coal shall forge my rise to heaven but justice must be mine.

 

Now I must bide my time until the feast of man is over,

a God I wish not to be but a governor of my own to those who bear my will.