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Unremitting Serenade (Part Four)

And I said 
The Seraph with great clarity
And quiet calm
“Yes, all that you have said is well and holds truth
I am faithless
And I have nothing but good intentions
And lo
I have summoned forth the darkness and the great empty sorrow
Beckoned him and bade him take one
And yes my despair is deeply entrenched
With the knowledge that this twisted body is all I have
That all my visions of past and future are shadowed
For my aspirations will go no further
The bitter irony
My body
The mirror of this world
Hollow and empty
So empty

So I ask you this
What good is a voice without faith
With only unbelief to guide me
Down the road where misery walks beside me
Beside us all
Dressed with subtle graces
And veiled with uncouth ambiguity
And she is everywhere one cares to gaze and look
Even within the eyes and heart of the one, the only one

What and why would and how can I bring another into this abomination
Where we live this bitter and shredded Midgard
Don’t you see!?
And I could only nod my silent reply
For what could I say
How could I reply to her despair and grief
Of that which has yet to unfold
That which I . . . 
Which I cannot ever bestow
Never share

I rage and I seethe for the promise made by your brother
His promise of another half to this empty shell
You see I had looked and I had searched
Even as I travelled so far across this desolation
And perhaps I have found the one, the only one
Thus it is Sorrow has granted me this voice
I scream and I wail and I mourn
In silence
Not for myself, but for the promised one the Archangel spoke of
And of the future pains and despair that I can only bring
Though I may yearn and strive to bring a gift
Of a tender smile
I fear the end
For the ungiveable

And she weighs heavy upon my soul
She does, she does
For like me she has thick armour and many veils
The shrouding
And she bears her own lamentation, which runs deep
So deep that it beckons and calls out to me
Though I cannot reach it
 I cannot reach it I fear
And though it divides and rends my soul
And sunders me in two
For I know this will not always be so
I shall wait and wait with great patience
For this clashing of metals upon metals
The chilling paranoia of the frightened
Of the many times broken
And thrown away
So I may at last take it all and bury it within myself
Deep 
Too deep to find
Where it can hurt us no more

Copyright © Neal Freeland | Year Posted 2008

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