Song to the Lost
Song to the Lost
So let’s begin…
Taste the bitter wine and make the dawn be at its end
A murmured word is all I need to know you’re gone, my friend
A time is left for all of us
But there is no time here
When little candles and barbwire adorn my furrowed head
Angels and angels all to sing in my memory
To dance along the broken path of love’s sweet dying day
Where all is but a heartbeat waiting to stop without an end
To find the sick sweet posies lying along my loved one’s head
And cherry blossoms and chrysanthemums are what my childhood brings
A wretched song that loved us once, a smile like many things
When rivers fade and pass into dust
When sick and broken angels cry
To feast upon the sobbing of the lover’s lullaby
I remember how we planned it once
That we’d sit upon this little stream to talk of days and moonlit nights
To love away and dream
But there is nothing that reminds me of the joy there used to be
When pain was an empty word, when songs were not broken dreams
I cannot bear to think of it
I cannot bear to sing
I screamed and wretched and bled all night
But there was no one to hear my screams
I sought the aged word and kissed its sweaty brow
Smelling its horrendous breath that burned my throat with brine
I cried my darling…
Oh yes, how I’ve cried
I know I shall cry no more, but on this night my tears and I communed and died
We soaked our hands in the earth
we reached for the roots and pulled them free
The lilies of the valley bled inside our hands
We did not laugh nor we did we grieve
We spoke a song only silence can ever understand
I clutched my broken spirit, and bowed my throbbing head
I feel this in the wind and smell it rising from the earth
Brimstone, ashes, coal and smoke
And a hint of sandalwood
Ever and ever
Forever and ever
Tomorrow and today
I’ve sung to these fools of harrowing nightmares
And they’ll drink the night away
Did they ever see that last lonely bird?
The yellow and red in the icy white snow
It flailed its legs and arched its back
It burst its lungs and screamed
But there was no answering him
There, gone were its dreams
I sing… I sing now…
I took my heart and ripped it into nothing
I ravaged the emptiness and filled it with smiles instead
A laughing smile and a joyous glance
A murmured soft sweet whisper just for you
I loved and lived and danced and sung
I wrenched all hatred from the stone
I am the master of life and I have conquered its story
I am the knight arisen from the quest
But…. I’m lost….. and all that I see is death
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