So here we savor her descent, as her echo drowns in the void… |
Dreams of a Baroness I A slow descent As reason abandons thought The darkness soon consumes the world around her But it is slow; Perhaps the light is savoury A delicacy to the dusk as it crawls Toward twilight Toward this nightly vice Unfaltering in it’s grasp His blood cries to her From it’s ethereal prison As it rises and prepares For her descent A brief surge And consciousness returns once more The biting chill of deepest hell Can phase me not this time For I am risen Toward this nightly vice Undying hatred lingering In cold, dead fingers as they twitch In a gesture without motion The drowning earth can hold me down no more For I am risen… II The curtain rises And she makes her appearance; The grandeur of her gown ignites the faces Of glancing guests so privileged to behold her The flowing amber garment drapes the stair A crimson river Which lusts behind the nymph as she floats down To the ballroom floor The couples start their spirals And she is overwhelmed; A whirlwind of color as they twirl to the tune Of nothingness, numbness overcomes her The empty fists of non-existence pull Upon alluring locks Resistance futile, her neck succumbs And her eyes behold the balcony I remember that night Her sanguine dress How flawless in it’s foil to the dull rouge of the carpet She looked so lost The waltzing guests but a mechanical shell As she wandered amongst them So vulnerable With that thought, she meets my gaze Her eyes appear hollow, as though pierced by mine And for merely a moment The world was still and silent As I am now This reality but an illusion And I a shape without form III The ballroom begets the offspring of paradise Luscious greens and indigos Of wilderness, blanketed by night Between the trees lurk crawling vines Which seek to snare each passing foot And drag it to the ground With frail force, her grab to such succumbs And she is brought tumbling to the ground Tangled in the growth, they scream They beg her to uncover their secrets The outcome of impulse The vines part, allowing her to descend into the ground A personal abyss In which her skeletons lay in wait This reality is similar my own It is dark, solemn, comforting It is also warm, however A foreign concept in a freezing eternity Eventually, such becomes true solace And I long for it The earth then begins to part, so organic in it’s movement And my vision is once again restored; The world here is grey, however Shades without color Held against my chest is my miracle The glorious mistake, it’s seed not permitted to grow The beauty of conception drowned in the seas of doubt As inexplicable tides rise At a rate almost violent They consume us And the world again is black IV There is no comforting chamber To house this slumber No majestic palaces To stage this ball Nor a bountiful garden To shelter these secrets There is but darkness To constrict this tomb And as she knelt in front of it Two spirits ascend, one to tower above the other Speech forbidden, they require no words Yet their tongues still able to lash out with judgement A call of relief to her surreal tears; “You may fall” Their silent screams echo throughout a hollow conscience The paralyzing force sending tremors through the nonexistent ground As it too decays And she begins her nightly descent The visions slowly fade as she falls, gaining speed No collision shall free her No, the bang she longs for never arrives And the pathetic tone of a whimper is what remains The echo slowly fading And she is gone Words have no meaning here; The daunting truths of existence are not to be spoken But to be witnessed. So here we savour her descent, as her echo drowns in the void… V The rising sphere to mark the coming day Will soon be looking downward from the skies It’s fond inferno smiling to the night To bid farewell as it recedes to naught Perhaps it’s grin is similar to hers In feigned acceptance for the laws of fate Her blade-less thrust into my unborn heart Has born of truest love the deepest hate As it ascends, begets a blue horizon So those who wish to gaze may so in awe At mountains standing resolute in form Where truest beauty is second to none But such was not the process of her thoughts When stumbling upon her lovers corpse Although I cannot now restore our lives We plague her nightmares, father and his son As she succumbs to slumber every night As she would dream of us, so too do we of her; Dreams of the baroness Although we come with spiteful intentions We are the mercy she craves The words she begs to speak The day she begs to come But never will As she is afraid to join us in the ground So instead, we join her With dreams of a baroness Every night, we assist her; We rise So she may descend |