Midst waves of mute dejectioncrawl upon malicious spines of dull furyrage
burning in silence sought by my own wretched heartborn from the ruinous passage
of timethe truth of loss hurls its clenched fists at the fragile strands of
abandoned faithYou are the nightcome forth in endless raptureyou are the
nightto sheild thy fallen crestentangled in the scented tresses of their
desireable womensoft graceful eidolons of light -- if only they were more than
fleeting ghostsapparitions faded by time and duststirring in dark fields of
rememberance where tristful scenes of long departed loves are endlessly
portrayedone must seize each memory with careful hands kept hiddenand like
rare, exotic flowers beheld by noneclutch them tightly to thy disconsolate heart
and remember each onefor this pain shall soon passthe soulblight's slow
destruction of what is most preciousof what we hold closest to our impassioned
soulslike the vacant sigh of a thousand dying dreamsyou are the nighta
tapestry of lighta nihility of shifting emotionscoalesce into patterned,
empty tearsyou depart (from me) and I feel nothing