I was walking alone in the dead of the night,
With the moon in its splendour profusing with light,
And the leaves on the trees held a silvery touch,
Now my heart that was empty was filling with such,
And the silvery magic was like a dead dream,
Reflecting an image that lay still in a stream,
And as I bent down to quench my lips of their thirst,
I saw in that stillness a star that had burst,
From the hearts of the lovers who stared at that face,
The perfection my finger that beauty did trace.
Now the cold pale face that lay tranquil and still,
Pulled me into a nightmare against my own will,
As I bent down to kiss of those watery lips,
I sank to the depths like Troy’s storm battered ships,
And I saw the world fade with the moon on my back,
As the death pale faces grew anguished and sick,
They groped at my shoulders and clung to my hair,
For now I had joined the cursed souls of that lair,
And the breath in my lungs burned a fiery red,
My consciousness faltered, my image dropped dead.
Like a fish in the depth of a stream I was hooked,
or a star in the sky by a poet was plucked,
I was hauled on the bank by a grown and a sigh,
An old fisherman in his rags stood there by,
The TAUNT from his lips was a sickening blow,
To INDULGE in such passion has led to this woe,
As I looked in his eyes the reflection was clear,
Young fool was the tone of his pertinent leer,
The legate of my soul came to CRUCIFY me,
Like the ships bound for Troy on that desolate sea.
I stood in the toll of that anguishing bell,
The corrupter of heaven’s nine circles of hell,
And like the great poet I sank to my knees,
As images flickered between the dead trees,
Oh Lord in your mercy take pity I plead,
My soul in this hell will eternally bleed,
The silence was awful, the judgement was made,
My last exultation on earth had been played,
My APPROBATIVE honour had sunk to this place,
Where the fickle of heart had been drawn by that face.
As I lay in the mist many years could have passed,
I was cold, I was numb in the spell I was cast,
The nightmare was endless, the darkness complete,
But somehow I managed to crawl to my feet,
For somewhere beyond in the distance a light,
Like a welcoming fire on a treacherous night,
To a traveller weary who as walked a dark road,
Abandoned by God to bare the weight of his load,
And the nightmare continues, the curse is still bound,
To my soul who fell victim to the spell that I found.
I cannot believe that I walk to the beat,
Of my heart that keeps motion with the sound of my feet,
Though I walk a dark road alone and afraid,
Too scared to look back at the languishing shade,
The face so ALLURING still fills me with hope,
Though I stumble and fall and I struggle to cope,
And I walk like a dead man but somehow awake,
This nightmare continues, but wait there’s a lake,
And behind it so menacing, foreboding and still,
A castle to CAPTIVATE my heart with its chill.
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