My
Lady's Eyes
The stars
shimmer like shattered black diamonds
And the moon is a bloated red orb,
Autumn has
aborted, and Winter yet unborn:
I want to rage at the very Gods!
And I yearn
to strike down the firmament,
And strangle the Sun at birth
For the
loss of our innocence -
For the sorrow in my Lady's eyes,
For the sadness in my Lady's smile.
I would strive to move every mountain
And drink dry the poisonous oceans,
Awaken Leviathan, if he would but aid me
To rip away the gossamer veils of time,
Until I find the sturdy chest, long lost,
Rusting in some dank, dismal catacomb
- Thrice padlocked and silver bound! -
Which contains my shattered heart.
With bloody
hands would I lift the lid
And savour the fragrance of what once was.
Long, long
ago, when I dared to dream.
I dreamt of hope. I dreamt of love,
My Lady's
smile the foundation I built on
As I raised my ethereal, fractal city
Of soaring
turrets and proud minarets,
And hanging gardens of pleasure and pain,
Erected for
the undying love of my Lady.
Raised to her glory, for a fleeting chance
To bask
in her dangerous allure,
My frenzied labours all in her name,
As, enthroned
on broken dreams, she lay.
I brought her delicate bones to suck
And worry
between her carmine lips,
And gathered Blood Orchids to her praise:
In return she gave me ashes and dust.
Once we flew!
Our spirits soared,
Buffeted by emotions most strange.
Unfettered,
I soared higher and higher
- Higher than she could ever reach! -
Until my
wings brushed the face of the Sun,
Then the downward spiral, trailing tears of fire,
To where
pale mares race through the night,
Ghostly manes streaming unto Eternity.
Silver-shod
hooves thunder and strike sparks
From streets cobbled with the essence of souls.
Across my
dreams they gallop in glory,
Ice fills my veins. My heart stops.
And I gallop
through the frozen Forever,
Raging, cursing our chosen Gods
For the
memory of our lost innocence,
For the emptiness of my Lady's smile,
For the madness in my Lady's eyes.
(C) Copyright 1999
GYPSY PETE
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