Third Age Of Loneliness 13. 02. 08

                - on parting -

Epigraph:      "...All has now been broken
On streets I dare not walk
Freedom is an illusion
I build my fences high
If there was something out there
I've learned not to expect
There's a hundred million reasons
Never to share again..."

The scales of oblivion shroud my dimension
My fragile belief in renascence is gone
We sunder our souls. With no any contention
And I can't conceive -really- where I was wrong

The woes of bereavement don't let me feel lighter
And my frail existence seems void and inane
I don't want no status, nor title nor mitre
I simply need someone to calm down my pain

Why everything beautiful's destined to dying?
My dear's quitted me... for what hurt or offence?
Though I never stooped to a falsehood and lying,
I 've squandered my virtue and lost my last chance...

The black curse of loneliness follows my traces
Affliction and spleen - all this was more than once
I know how the long desperation defaces
The prophecies ta'en from the saint angels' tongues*

Without a clear reason my sweet left me grieving
And I almost guess what has happened to her
I kept in my bosom the chilling misgiving
That our love's a dream I'll yet have to inter

Alas! It's come true. And my grief is accruing
The third age of dolour and doom is ahead
So, if my sole way is the right way to ruin,
I'll drink with the devil and dance with the dead

* Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels and have no love I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
                1st Corinthians 13-1