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