Regret

"Verily is nigh the day"

did last I hear the daemon say

as hastily from sleep I woke

and shivered from the voice that spoke.

"Leave me be!" I cried in vain

to the herald of my pain,

the darkness long ago I sought

for power great and fear of naught.

In place of gifts in love or strength

I turned to will of endless length,

and lo to greet me in my quest

the one to whom I did behest

my query forth in haughty haste

for thus to sate my wicked taste.

Readily bequeathed was I

the power I could not deny,

bleeding away all my fears,

ne'ermore shedding any tears.

Naught could stand before my path

nor foe alive denounce my wrath,

and soon to ice emotions turned

beholding fear and glory earned.

No more felt I the bleeding heart

and all relations tore apart,

so much alive, so very free

until another came to me.

Above, an angel sweetly sung

saudade soft upon her tongue

presenting me my life forsaken

and to joy did I awaken,

for here I see the true cost

and weep for all that I have lost.

How might I then correct my course?

or must I live with such remorse,

in terror having been beset,

and only now do I regret.