The Final Stage Of Entropy 11. 02. 08

           - prelude for the obituary -

   "...You say goodbye but I live in the ruins of your love..."

The story is ending as always - in mourning
Again I must bury the love once exhumed
I trusted the marvel not heeding the warning
That everything good on this planet is doomed

What beautiful verses I've been dedicating
To my sweetheart lady to just let her stay!
But contrary to my long wearisome waiting
She turned from me further and further away

Her shape is in me; she's the one in the million
Who'd share my desires not asking for more
But now our short primrose path's painted vermilion
And this is the blood of my final lost war

How glad are our sworn foes! Their hatred has smitten
The vague hope of keeping our secret romance
My poems composed and the chronicles written
-In pain- have no purpose nor meaning nor sense

My tendency was to too frankly disbosom,
To straightly effuse my emotions in rhyme
Today our reality's banefully gruesome
And every display of the truth is a crime

Well, maybe these lines are my parting confession -
The last stage of grief is the threshold of death
Our world's full of beastliness, spite and obsession
And I won't dwell here like a wretched neuropath

Far out is my kingdom - beyond all the stygian
Damnation-incarnate domains of this space
My darling girl almost became my religion
And our separation I hardly will face

That's why I go there - where the sacred star glistens.
Perhaps, it will let my bled soul suffer less
And what will remain? The unchanged reminiscence
Of passion and tenderness killed with distress...

By entropy schemed, by the chaos begotten
My love was initially sentenced to fail
But I surely know - 'twill be never forgotten,
The sorrow for her in my mind will prevail

Besides I do realize - life shan't be better
Than in those fair nights when she kissed me and smiled...
And e'en if my dear won't see this farewell letter,
I want her bright image to stay undefiled