Child: Do the children ever sing? The Beautiful: Alas, they do not sing but songs of woe and remembrance. Child: Do the children ever dance? The Beautiful: Alas, they can dance no more. Child: Do the children ever laugh? The Beautiful: Alas, their laughter can be heard no longer. Child: Do the children ever play? The Beautiful: Alas, their days of playing have long since ended. Child: Do the children ever sleep? The Beautiful: Alas, the children cannot sleep. They can only dream. Child: Do the children ever cry? The Beautiful: Alas, I do regret, they forever cry tears of sadness. Child: Do the children ever love? The Beautiful: Alas, they can love no more. Child: Do you love the children? The Beautiful: I love all of my children, yet I fear they cannot love me. Child: Do you love me? The Beautiful: I shall love thee forever, my dearest one. Sleep now, as we enter this endless memory together, and see thy death awakened… all in a moment…
« Poslednja izmena: 19. Maj 2007, 16:51:40 od latifovich »
Is it simply a kiss of carnal dreams? What once a father to tender sleeplessness The deviance of youthful whispering A majesty to darkness, a visage… my kingdom?
My centuries laden with dead emotion Timeless anguish beckons me Into my sleep, the torments of dreamless kin Give unto me a time for redemption
And even now beneath the multitude of stars
Am I to believe that I stand before god? What pitiful illusion am I expected to see? Shall I exist in my death, to believe in them? As I destroy all you love, before your eyes
I bequeath unto thee my forever…
For time hath imprisoned me Endowed with the wisdom of centuries Yet the sorrow hath befallen me still The chosen few are but to remain with me
United together within the stillness… Of an age yet to come My children of sadness, I welcome thee… Into my arms forever
A gathering of tears Embrace the divine tragedy A chorus of saddened spirits Echoing silently… forever
Autumn hath awakened her children
The dying leaves soundlessly fall The withering trees whisper of winter dreams Thus… she shamelessly unveils herself The silence is forever broken
Behold her blanket of darkness Enshrouding the solemn tranquility She becomes the earth with her kisses
The winds play their autumnal melodies Her children sing the song of her coming Dark formations gather in her mirth To storm the gates of earthly bliss
Autumn hath awakened her children
I am the raging storm and gentle breeze I am the glistening stream and earthen soil I am the rain and the ever darkening sky I am the velvet shadows of the night Embrace the dreaming mystery… Partake of my scornful bereavement Welcome my tears
I. Wander Paths of unbound memories Tangled within the inner depths of love and sorrow Untrodden by questioning footsteps Unbroken by deafening silence
II. See Untended gardens of life Washed away by rains of death Beneath my feet, rivers of blood flow soundlessly Seeds of anguish sown in the soil of my blackened heart
III. Remember Ripples in the water casting distorted reflections Over a face I shall never see again My eternal beauty lost forever to my eyes
IV. Regret Only to feel, to touch, to love myself again My life, my soul, my entire existence in this dying world In exchange for one brief moment of true happiness All my hopes and dreams in ruin, shattered like shards of glass...
Thus I am left to heed the wisdom of a fool I fear no shameless victory nor welcome illustrious defeat My loneliness ever feeding upon strands of my sanity… As for now… I shall welcome dreams of majestic gardens.
Beware, dearest daughter, beware of the silent ones the beautiful ones for now,they are all but whispers tempered within the edifice of time
Beware,dearest daughter for they are far less merciful than I
Even in death, my spirit cries out to her weeping for the youth that was raped the innocence that was defiled her pale, child-like, porcelain face
Now shattered into a thousand tiny fragments of lifeless beauty
each reflecting its own horror
I laugh at the mockery and irony of fate for she spares no ones as she dances hand in hand with time she taunts us with her invisible smile a smile which to me reflects only a masque a masque which my face no longer wear
Beware, dearest daughter, beware of the silent ones beware, dearest daughter for they are far less merciful than I
Autumn, the Beautiful: - Is it raining, dear child, where dost thou wander now? Is it raining once again, or is it only thy tears? Sweet innocence, no longer a passion within their eyes… Ablaze with thy fury of denial and tainted dreams. Chorus: …now see what lies beneath this mask. Benevolence Unmasked: Why do these gentle teardrops endlessly mock me? The pureness of simplicity as my only true companion. For it shall be there for me always; even when I am no more. This, a paradise for fools, stained black with tears of blood. from mine eyes so empty Their glimmer hath faded with the sullen kiss and piercing caress of a century. Oh, how this mirror lies to me!… Autumn, the Beautiful: …the voices that haunt us evermore only this euphoria of suffering remains. Wisdom: In silence I scream out for one existence; faithless wanderers as my children take not from me this image of frailty, but give unto a glimpse of the beauty lost beneath the scars upon my faith and my freedom, my passion, my pain.
...and there is but one last chapter left to be written...
Do you remember? Fingers of sunlight, As they were caressing face?
Do you remember? The leaves dancing in the sky. Then falling softly to their painless death
The picture is there, as clear as the glass within their eyes As innocent as the song of mourning birds. Birds who cry if only to live for but just one more day. To be like us their angelic faces bereave
And they are always asking me Why must we forgive... If only to forgive, if never to forget... Read these words that are engraved upon my face And then look away... look away...look away
Hand in hand she walks with me and the shame, it's burning my eyes etching each memory in time, just to be by her side
her face carved deeply in innocence she walks and she secretly smiles taunting with a lover's grin and she laughs, and watches me die
now we are here and there is no forgiveness empty words are the promises within without a passing thought, I shed my life to join them Eden is bruning and lovers delve in sin
empty words are the promises within Eden is burning and lovers delve in sin
hand in hand, we walk in shame mother is dying and we are to blame
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