The trees wear haloes,
a host of dark angels
breathing light from gloom,
the sweetness of their sighs
flooding the hollows between them with peace
and the promise of decay.
Passing through, riding these waves, my heart breaks,
gushing savage Ocean
where wildflowers cower from my betrayal.
How it roars! unbearable, slashing through my green guardians,
inundating their flesh with its fury,
toppling one by one at their roots.
Still, they warned me!
They foretold this in their rustling,
so like to the hum of distant seas
whirring in my ears pressed against
seashell siren lips
that called me long ago,
humming stories from the Ocean depths of hell.
And Summer dies,
retreating back among the flowers.
And sparrows become vultures,
fat with despair and loathing.
And flies steal kisses from my skin
as reminders of what's coming.
And my gods are all dead,
my hands dripping with their blood.
And I am marked
by the gluttonous swarms
euphoric, feasting on their necrosis.
Lusting for my death,
they tear the seashell from my hands,
my hollow companion cast between the jaws
of indigo Cerberus gnashing below.
The beast runs free,
scrambling among the ruins, and
the downfall writhes before me:
shifting and snaking its winding way
home to the howling shore
dragging my mangled heart,
the shell of my shell,
from its teeth,
nevermore its stories to tell.
The beast runs free, baying to the new moon
quaking behind the shadowy sky.
Alas, she will not lift her eyes
to grace the wildflowers massacred in their forest beds.
Even the stars have all gone out,
though from terror or complicity I cannot say.
The promises are filled,
and primal grief floods my eyes
with memories of dying gods and love-murders
rising from the fractals of compound lives
to embrace me by the roots.
Slashing, devouring the last love of Green,
my fearsome Blue Angel rushes raging
back into communion with Itself,
carrying the bones of my heart
beyond the horizon.
In your frenzy, I can see you
at last for what you are, my Cerberus.
And still my reflection wavers in your eyes,
for once we were one, my heart.
But here, but now
the agony of separation
waxes strongest in the moment of reunion
as the tragedy of lost time we relive,
gushing blood and mire
again, again, and again!
I reach towards you, I touch you
with the reverence one regards a wild animal
robed in Nature's silent knowing.
Ay, and alas! my hands are too small
to hold you, my heart of darkness!
You have broken your bonds, devoured your fetters.
Now the Ocean calls us home.
You settle silver and docile,
laying paths among the wreckage
in all directions towards Infinity:
destroyer and guide;
murderer and lover;
myself and my other.
"The Ocean calls us home..."
... and slowly, my feet move to follow.
Zemial - "Sleeping Under Tartarus": https://youtu.be/HjGZW9_iiUc
Within Temptation - "Ice Queen"