To the prayers who mourn and to the mourners who pray To the seekers of faith as to believe, warmth bring it may To the souls of whom sworn, an anguish of grief with ceaseless wraith
Here forth in this unholy grave Lies the spirit of your salvation
To the lovers who dreamed and to the dreamers who loved To the cosmic pairing as toys the void the fair beloved To the sole swan, by time, seamed, an ache of lost mesmeric sharing
Here forth in this sterile grave Lies the body of your gestation
To the good memories And to memories of good To the aether of life as a ghost encased in soft wood To the shared old stories an amusement of cuddles and strife
Here forth in this forgotten grave Lies the mind of your foundation
Even when darkness raises a wall (This snake of hope with fangs of fear) Light shall always scorch with white (This dove that dazzles with hearts resilience) Sorry that the fire blazed not the dark, But charred Faith, Love, those Memories... And all is lost in ashes of sorrow, And all is drowned in my silent tears
They won't come back, I won't climb up Death, this closed door, it's complicated
This poem marks a turning point for the speaker's emotions and the first piece of the third chapter. He reached a relative maximum high, and now everything will go downhill.