I find I am not up to the task of giving any explanation for this one; it must stand on its own and speak for itself. It is the first time I have ever shared it in any form publicly.
The night stands intrepid, her cold and pitiless beauty
Adorned with glittering diamond stars
That pierce with shards of fiery ice
Yet go we on ignorant, laughing in loud cacophony
Deaf to banshee’s wail of warning
The world celebrates the birth of light
While we must mourn unholy death.
Now has this night of all nights,
Once so blessed, so hallowed and sweet
Become at once bitter, accursed, tormented.
How came our love thus to end stagnant?
Imbecilic, complacent, benighted utterly
So vile in your eyes, so bitter on your tongue
With eyes of fish and tongue of snake
Steeped in self-righteous hypocrisy.
So hideous, in truth, as to make Sheol a beauty
That painted whore whose bed is ashes
Was I truly, my love, so repugnant,
That she could entice, could beckon you inside?
Were her charms so many, my own so few?
Senseless, we shared no pang, suffered no shiver
With not one eye among us, blinder than the Fates
And crueler. So passed your wan succumbing
To the silent voice of that venomous widow
You brided her, who murders her lovers all.
You chose your poison well, my love
Ever will it punish us, your corpse our albatross
To hang putrid about our abhorred necks
Illumined by the grim ghost-light
By which we see you now eternal
So are you betrayed, destroyed not by hate
Which once we dared face united,
Emerging bruised yet triumphant; no –
But undone by weakness, by a watery love
Deserving not of that name.
Thus go I on, stumbling and blind
My heart, once your treasure, now your tomb.