Category: Writers Block
Yea, like a burning candle flame
That gives meager warmth in waxy frame:
The friendships flourish, then die away,
The loves sprout, only to wither 'way.
This is us, our acquaintance summarized,
Wreathed in doubts, shadows and lies.
This is us, our history drawn,
The flashes of memory which past has spawned.
We erupted into fire;
Burning like some hero's pyre,
The flames high enough to lick the clouds;
The heat fierce enough to grant Hyperion proud.
But with every inward breath
Came the infection of sweet death,
Till it poisoned the waters of our sea,
Then tore us apart with haste and ill reprieve.
Two lost souls upon a wafting breeze,
The eddies like the waves of a storm-swept sea.
Two hearts tossed about in raging ire,
Till at last love was drowned in sinking mire.
There I was, sans kite nor wings,
Clinging to the clouds by slender string.
There you were, with chute and glide,
Safely floating upon the winds to reside.
Forth I ventured a hand to seize
That support to keep me aloft upon the breeze,
But nay, you shied away in solemn betrayal
To leave me plummet and shatter the flesh so frail.
I heard you rejoice in my falling below,
Whilst upon safe platforms you bathed in a glow.
I screamed your name but all in vain,
For you turned away laughing in disdain.
My soul lingered there beside the battered flesh,
Knowing not whither to wander, for so quickly was life bereft
That I had no time to learn the way to Elysium --
Nay, here am I bound till eternium.
Then came the teams to scrape the gore
And remove the remains of life before,
In their speech I heard a story dread
Enough to send me pain through the veil -- though dead.
"And so is he who betrays justly slain,
Cast down asunder to scatter flesh and brain.
Upon these rocks do the wicked deservedly lie,
Who in committing evil did Heaven shy.
Sought he to tear away her only means of life
Up there upon the winds, balanced upon a knife.
Yea did he attempt to dislodge her to save his skin,
To send her crashing below -- that life he might win.
But here we see the ruling of the gods true,
For their sword hath run this villain through.
Pierced his heart and torn him asunder,
Now his entrails shall beasts and fouls plunder.
Let he lie ever in Hades' embrace,
Let him scream there, as a martyr in disgrace.
Then perhaps the Fates shall hastened thither,
And with cutting sheers hew his destiny's tether.
Mayhap his soul will be forced to join the fearsome beasts
To linger ever in endless toil knowing neither rest nor peace,
Or mayhap he be stranded upon the banks of River Styx
For beneath his tongue was no coin by beloved affixed.
Leave his soul roam the tainted soils of Styx' banks,
Wherein are accounted those without neither name nor rank.
Let him wander there till the gods bring the heavens down,
And in the divine fires may he (screaming) drown."
The words gnawed away at the last vestiges of sanity
In a soul which lived a life as a mark of profanity.
No coin, none to bury the bones,
No other company now but cold unfeeling stones.
Then came the beasts to feast their fill,
And of me did they consume at will.
Till at last only the soul remained,
Tethered by the links of betrayal's chains.
Here was the victim brought quickly down,
And with him was the truth forever drowned.
Here the soul of the forsaken dwells ever nigh,
He who lived a life enshrouded by treachery and lies.
Here lies the innocent, who in life was a martyr.
Here lies the hopeless, who in death must suffer ever after.
One soul, one chain, a phantom ever bound,
And in the hills shall his screaming echoes (for years to come) resound.
Yea, like a dying candle flame
Which fades to nothing in a waxy prison frame:
The spark of life flourished, then turned to dust,
The hopes kindled, only to fall away like ancient rust.