I come to you in tatters
mind, body and soul my triune
I once wrote to you using words from the gods
before an evil Germanic man stole the runes
You could not decipher my message
lost in translation during the continental shift
such is the folly of frivolous children
to be lost in paradise
only to accept false Utopian gifts
I wonder if you can hear me
once our voices carried upon the northern wind
yet over time my song of love was muted
dilluted by the coronation of our original sin
Such is love
or the lack thereof
when faithless fate tricks an unsuspecting mind
we retain the pit of petulance
leaving the fruits of our love labour behind
And
when the mountains
rose from the sediment
never were they an impediment
to our consecrated love
yet when the dove
died
the very first time she tried
to fly
in hopes of delivering an olive branch
you chose to look askance
thus
our torutred existence could not advance
beyond its intended interrment
in the caverns of Valhalla
I come to you now that nothing matters
ashamed of my family crest
doubting my very existence
though I have touched the stigmata
on the Savior's hands and chest
Before me
stands the Golden Tree
mourners amidst merriment and reverie
consigned they are to metaphor and allegory
while their minds replay a forgotten destiny
Marital Halls of the Chosen
revelers with drinking horn in hand
waiting anxiously for an alternative version of heaven
contemptuously ignoring wails emanating
from the church of forgotten woman and man
Why are we fractured humans hoping
for our soul's injunction
a brief reprieve
once you and I walked in the light of the King's Dominion
before contempt of virtue taught us to deceive
And
before the waters of March
filled vast empty basins
and mixed with the salinity
of a lover's anguished tears
no peer
no other woman
I placed above you
in the name of ghosts of Holy
I promised to love you
if need be die for you
my soul interred in the dark caverns of Valhalla
forevermore
or to be left upon the shores
of an Edenic Covenant consecrated in paradise
I come to you with no dersion
decisions
made now cast a light pale
only young hearts still bear the incisions
of long forgotten tales
Tell me why are the angels forming
inquiring why
we refuse to fly
perhaps you should tell them in all honesty
waxen wings inevitably melt
causing pure love to fall from forgotten skies
Why do I feel a cyaniding Rapture
from the apple cider your proffered
and I consumed
and why did you willingly allow the demon
to desecrate our love sign written in the runes
Only you and I knew the Cipher
and I held our shared virtue in high esteem
but now as my tongue tingles from ingesting the Salts of Ester
it is too late to redeem
lives lost to hapless hopes and decanted dreams
And
when the sun chose
to encroach upon its earth cousin
consecrating the coven
of witches and warlocks with but one evil decree
and the sea's restless tiding
now Valhalla is Rising
is capsizing
the Ark of Noah
prophesized in the Gensis of love
when the boa
constricted love when it was first torn
from the tattered remnants
of a lover's soul
leaving paradise
devoid of life
a shapeless void in a dark universe
forever mourned
by
an everlasting scorn

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