Precipice of Tme

Stand I here upon the Precipice of Time between madness and derangement- In a grief so profound ambiance of rage, with darkening clouds abound marring my every breath Declaration to your joy unsound. Yet- from this stance I envision you, my perfect seraphim of light- aching for you Ceaselessly grasping for that which I have no chance. Grasping – bent in half weeping- My corrupt nature defies All I hold sacred and true- You need know My soul rages in disparity- Immortally, hourly, minutely, secondly… ETERNALLY- I cry. The Dragon’s shadow awaits me. Shapes, wraithlike and laughing- clawing… dragging…shadows eerily baffling. Veiled obscurity- most refuse to see This sickening reality Tis only righteous- to set you free… Paled I am by another’s word- his creed, I allowed this blasphemy Unable, enable, culpable- Guilty, frailty, unreality, liable. Covet, yearn, anticipation- keen ambition overshadows any austere regulation- We two do stand upon this Precipice of time My love stands as most depraved of crimes- Stolen and deceived- Options extinct Surrender is an unnatural ailment for me. - dedicated to my Seraphim