Farewell To Deserted 05. 08. 04

Epigraph:   "... Sleep in the fire
In thorns and decay
Dreams and desires
They have all been a waste
I'm getting closer
So close to awake
So close to what life's been
Yet still so far away..."
                Morten Veland

The pictures of time are eternally shattered
My legend is dead - no more order nor team
And where can I go past the flames of life scattered
Like some lonely fires along the night stream?

I've maybe got wiser but yet have no riddance
From all the base rules that determine my doom
My essence... it keeps 'tween the edge of my credence
And something distressing I cannot inhume

Excusing my deeds as the reason-filled mission
I found that the voice of the conscience is drowned,
Love does not exist; Fame's a dim apparition
And only the hell's breath make this world twirl round

I left far my childhood's dream, changed my appearance...
But what of my values I did waste behind?
I hoped the Mystique is my constant adherence
It would lift my soul on the wings of the waind

But always 'twas too dark in my rhymed creations
I've passed through the tragedy, stopped to complain
And now I'm a stranger with no expectations
Just trying to ease my perpetual pain

Today my last trip to Inferno is finished
The age is completed, my hair become hoar
And even the strength of my gift is diminished
By grief and despair, by disaster and war

Farewell, my desert ones, you were quite heartless
To not see the truth and to not understand
The way of the hermit who dwells in apartness
Preferring the gloom to the fast showy end

My lost love... too long I bewailed her, I pondered:
Have I really hurt her? What's our story's gist?
So, someday above the bleak land where we wandered
Our spirits will join in the whispering mist...