Hope's Dirge. (rough draft)
there is an endless field of flashing lights
etched in threads of romantic imagination.
Night's silver jewels wink curiously at creatures below,
Creatures that blink with a vain, anxious hope.
A hypnotic, glinting dance
that stretches the spirit towards the starlit sky,
An invitation to an insidious enigma.
A dreamlike fog pervades the still air,
A shroud covering the world's most precious secret.
A secret vast and beautiful,
Dark, and deceptively truthful.
A mistress hidden in the labyrinthine depths of dreams,
Immersed in these ubiquitous flashing lights,
She hides a face different to every face that's ever faced her.
Spinning pirouettes and delicate steps,
A silhouette evading the edge of our perceptions,
our peripheral conceptions,
swirling and whirling like a lilting, playful wind.
Holding the spirit in a tense and twisted trance.
Slowly she steps forward,
Toward the void between two realms,
The realms of dream and day,
of reality and nightmares,
of Being and nothingness,
Between nothingness and dreams.
A void in which a seductive truth lies,
Where all hope grows and dies.
In this place between time and space,
My hand held out to touch her face,
the face I'll never see again,
The face both frightening and beautiful,
The face that left me dreadfully afraid.
The spirit, held in such hypnotic thrall,
Soared high above the luminous field.
Her angelic voice sang the songs of the devil,
and my spirit plunged into the earth, and died.
I held the shattered soul in my feeble arms and cried,
My spirit, blissful in eternal repose.
As my spirit slowly faded, the light dissipated,
Alone in a world painted hopelessly black.
I stared into the void, and the sky's silver jewels,
Where my spirit had once stretched into infinity.
The place where hope had once lived.
The place where i was doomed to die.
etched in threads of romantic imagination.
Night's silver jewels wink curiously at creatures below,
Creatures that blink with a vain, anxious hope.
A hypnotic, glinting dance
that stretches the spirit towards the starlit sky,
An invitation to an insidious enigma.
A dreamlike fog pervades the still air,
A shroud covering the world's most precious secret.
A secret vast and beautiful,
Dark, and deceptively truthful.
A mistress hidden in the labyrinthine depths of dreams,
Immersed in these ubiquitous flashing lights,
She hides a face different to every face that's ever faced her.
Spinning pirouettes and delicate steps,
A silhouette evading the edge of our perceptions,
our peripheral conceptions,
swirling and whirling like a lilting, playful wind.
Holding the spirit in a tense and twisted trance.
Slowly she steps forward,
Toward the void between two realms,
The realms of dream and day,
of reality and nightmares,
of Being and nothingness,
Between nothingness and dreams.
A void in which a seductive truth lies,
Where all hope grows and dies.
In this place between time and space,
My hand held out to touch her face,
the face I'll never see again,
The face both frightening and beautiful,
The face that left me dreadfully afraid.
The spirit, held in such hypnotic thrall,
Soared high above the luminous field.
Her angelic voice sang the songs of the devil,
and my spirit plunged into the earth, and died.
I held the shattered soul in my feeble arms and cried,
My spirit, blissful in eternal repose.
As my spirit slowly faded, the light dissipated,
Alone in a world painted hopelessly black.
I stared into the void, and the sky's silver jewels,
Where my spirit had once stretched into infinity.
The place where hope had once lived.
The place where i was doomed to die.