Curse of Immortality

For a long time, I dreamed Of a place where fairies doth sing Heaven perhaps or a never before seen sight Filled with love and celestial lights Where I can see the Aurora in the twilight or witness an angel living in disguise Oh, the beauty and passion of a fresh dream Pure, like the heart of an innocent child No longer do I find joy in things I have seen a thousand times For let it night or day, what hath come and what may There is sadness in me that cannot be expressed through poetical lines Thousand years ago, I saw the tree of life But to me, it spoke of nothing but lies There were many roads I looked upon All promised fake happiness that is long gone Speaking through prophecies that were sweet Doth every time the same tale of sorrow was a repeat An endless journey of suffering, Man oblivious to the reality, considering him to be everything Indeed a beautiful thought that spring I have seen the ravens singing in apposed Each now and then spring comes and goes The smell of a field filled with wheat or the beauty of a rose A boy blushing at a girl, the birth of an innocent love story Seeing angels doing God's work or reading the devil's diary I have witnessed life’s enchantment in all its glory I have seen mothers singing Lullabies Of a peaceful world where children never cry "Sleep dear child, for in dream angels will come and hurt all bad guys And after you wake, God will turn this hell into a paradise" Yet I know, everywhere I go, a dreadful melancholy thought That the promises will soon prove to be lies The soldiers in war will all die That their children and wives will not be able to survive Curse of immortality, I have seen kingdoms rise and fall In the heart of a demon, I have seen the belief in God From the mountains to the sea There is nothing more left for me to see And lies loneliness no pleasure of life can fulfill For I also once loved, but now lies only memories When will this suffering end, this constant guilt? The monster I am, all the innocent people I have killed Curse to the immortality by which I live The meanest gift gods had offered me to give All the sadness, broken heart, and fears A song of songs, too deep for tears 28 April 2022 For the Contest " If I were Immortal" Sponsor " Anoucheka Gangabissoon"