The awakening23:42 Mar 23 2012
Times Read: 394
For it is midnight in the village, and the church bell does appal.
As I crawl to my beloved, by the church yard, by the wall.
Blood was found upon her lips, upon her night vestments white.
Blood stained crimson, there! The life blood, but her hand so cold so white.
As about her, cried the living, she is lost to the things of night!
She awoke upon a table in a room of shuttered gloom.
Where a quire of voices cried out as they wept about her doom.
Where a ghostly quire of voices seemed to sing from high above.
Through a shattered stain glass window there I spied my one true love.
For the candles have long since gutted within the tomb of Evangeline
And the morning flowers rotted to grey dust lie in between.
Row after row of hooded spectres fill the chapel to its door.
Where the candles melt right down, wax piles high upon the floor.
For eternal life not granted in the land of nevermore.
Through the graveyard she is carried, past marble statues wracked with grief.
Bound with ivy, bound with briars, tortured souls without relief.
Marble faces gaze to heaven, their arms in pleading desperate prayer.
For below them lie the cold bones of the poor souls – life's despair.
The processions graven pace through the forest moved so slow.
And trees appeared in weeping as they swayed back too and thro.
Upon a high crag overlooking there I stand most young and fair.
As below me snakes the mourners torches blazing in the air.
From the trees fall tears of blossoms blown as snow from high above.
As the moonlight kisses them silver with its grey unearthly love.
For me! There is no salvation, no love no company, for I walk
This earth abandoned, for god's love I will not see.
For I would lose my love forever if salvation she did see, she would fly
Right up to heaven, and be forever lost to me.
I kissed her once but not with death, but with crimson passions eternal flame.
She kissed me back and drank the spirit for in turn I had done the same.
Tied to earth with bonds eternal, now partners in this deathly game.
For my poor bones they were buried betwixt a river and a tree.
And at night all type of creature's strange and mystic visit me.
Not in blessed soil lays my body. Not in church or cemetery lay.
For in plain earth I am planted wherein at night the witches lay.
Through a knothole in her coffin she see them standing all around.
As the guide ropes about her coffin grate and moan she's lowered down.
And then a grey slab is pushed over, by the many hands that gather round.
Oh! Lay beside me Oh! Lay beside me share my tomb, my one true love.
For tonight we will go walking as the moon sits high above,
as the moonlight kisses us silver with its grey unearthly love.
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