I'VE got a dagger here;
    Silenced in its sheath,
Waiting for Love; may it lowly appear.

I've found an ally of Death,
    Far from the divine Souls of Light,
In a Dying Heart's breath -
    Bled from the Dagger's Plight.

May I have a WORD?
     With the warrior's sword?
         That pierces the broken heart?
It malices it's melodies -
     And plays a Love Song;
Woven into a Wedding Bell.
Alas, to his loving I tell,
    On that Embracing day -
So tell the Songstress;
     Play it again - Play it away.

Where doth runs the heartless man?
      Whoever roams this day,
Sobbing to its sunset,
       For a pointless victory.
Behold the fallen warrior!
       The sorrowful swordsman slain -
Time's latest victim;
        Alas - a Love only in Vain.

Poor little LIGHT!
      Did they burden thee?
Oh, shine! - Shine into the night for me!

Proud little Light!
      Did thou tear a sea?
Tear the pain! - Tear the pain!

Broken little Light!
      Angels will not break thee.
Flicker for me? - Flicker for me?

Joyful little Light!
      Shine thy glory for me,
Unto the hanging tree; where their heart shall be.

To LOSE thee; is my gain,
     With hearts anew -
In Sorrow's only reprieve,
     I found the Angel's dew.

My love is written in sand,
     Drowned in their sea -
For no Beauty in this land,
     Will make a Lover of me.

SPLIT the Ring to find Serenity,
   Gold, Gold! - Fool's Gold!
Burdened by the Oracle of Mourning,
   A tired tune of the Cold.

Loosen the flood; Part the seas!
   And pave the road for me?
Send a Melody into our Scarlet skies;
   Prithee; gift me a Symphony?

A SUMMER day's grace for thee,
     At the sublimity of dawn!
Melancholy melodies - tintinnabulation;
     Of the dew upon the grave's lawn.

For thee to gleam, I'll flood the stream -
     And let it runneth o'er;
Prithee me, Chivalry!
     Drown it - ah, forevermore!

When Black Roses cease to BLOOM,
And violets are Black and Blue;
When Ravens in the dead of Night,
Fall upon our Morning Dew;

This Love that clouds thee,
Upon our Sublimity Day -
Idle in Auroras of August;
To my flower - pray!

ONE blessing had I -
    Of only thee,
Under morning's gaze,
   At the Tranquil Tree.

In this one dream,
   I cast my prayer;
To Heaven's gleam,
   For inner bliss.

Give me no more of the cold -
   That freezes my Love,
Phantasms of my soul,
   And grounds the crystal Dove.

This Heaven below Heaven above,
    Clouded by his Rain -
Love's longitude lavished it's lull,
    This Judgement cured it's Pain.

One joy is diverse;
    One Paradise must defer,
One tear is a flood;
     I speculate no more.

Love is an EXTERIOR to life,
     Interior to death,
Sublimity of madness - and;
     An Angel of breath.

MY valor is my doubt,
     His Love is my fear,
My utmost qualities -
     To him; lowly appear.

Lest I improve,
     For his beloved need;
The highest King -
     Shall speak his loving creed.

Chain me to my abhorrent abode,
     Of his discontent -
At the Altar of the church,
     Unto my sacrament.

PROUD of my forsaken heart from thee;
      Proud of the pain from the Valley of Unrest,
Proud of the times at his behest -
      Not to partake my Love - My Clarity.

WHAT if I say I shall not wait?
What if I burst the sagacious gate -
And found my way to he?
What if I rested upon Heaven’s Loft,
Just under this December’s Frost -
To find Loving Liberty?

They cannot take us anymore -
Death may implore;
On the Blood in our Snow,
As laughter was Decades ago,
In the Valley of Bordeaux -
Or who died yesterday!

I went to SLEEP with a Diadem -
Upon my hand;
The Valley of Serenity held Prosy,
During that wedding grand.

I awoke from Sleep -
When the Gem was Gone from my hand;
And now I weep,
With Sorrow at my command.