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Date Posted: 10:47:31 07/16/06 Sun
Scorched Earth Requiem
(Overture to a dark vengeance)
Laudeth thee I, ô mournful rose
To the memory of crystal bliss
And the ardent breath of Winter
‘Ere summer stars gleamed, atroce
Reflecteth tenscore torments
- Unearth’d and undead to the melody
Of sunstricken agony
Thence, the theatre of waning romance
Cast by the wayward hands of Chance
Staged an olden parlour, and unveiled
Maiden into maedad, garden into quicksand
And that wee sapling, perched on our windowpane
Rent by the velvet fist
Of a crooked hand
Anon, love! Scorch this earth, and fleet
To thy looking glass, whence it shadows cast
And behold, perchance, mine eyes adust
In the crackl’d shards of autumns past
Albeit laudeth thee I, ô blackened rose
Chained yester eve, fetterless on the morrow
To what avail! Thou to me needful art!
Ô love, dearest love, wherefore?
Now, cursed Fate, time hath come
To answer: wherefore please didst thee find
In our demise? Lovingly we didst play!
But nay – I praise thee ne’er
Ne’er, say I, and to death with thee!
Abomination, yea, for foul desecration!
Whilst all gentry and warmth
Hath fled our grasp
Their spell to fade ‘neath and e’er
Now hist! Canst thou not hearken the unborn gale
Laughingly, aerily?
For all thou didst so reave from us
Shalt hence and e’er be graven on thy tomb
And the blood thou so liefly gorged on
Shalt birth crimson tides to haunt, wanton
Thee and thy pearly white retinue
Into the abyss, where I weep anew
‘Til melancholy ‘twixt to Cruelty
Tears of blood doth flow
And subtler themes crawl forth
To chastise thy Lord
And cleave the hands of Chance
In the purer name
Of my Dark Vengeance
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