where?

-Oh that silence had no name,
Neither the darkness that wrap?d it,
Neither the dread walking lame,
Neither the air around it.

I was standing in the midst
Oh the bleak'st night's wisp,
Shaded the north bridge in wist.
Heavy air formed thick mist.

In the darkness I were gazing,
Vainfully, like blind listening;
Tired eyes started dreaming,
I shook my head,
Trembling, fearing.

The cobbel stone is fairly hard and cold to touch,
It were screaming every time I tread it,
Why can't he scream one more song,
What caused the terror that dwelld 'n it?

Oh, the far sun, oh, the pale moon,
My feet have betrayed me,
My heart will soon

Soon see, the pond below me,
not tears, of divine nor men,
But red sprankled reflection in
My blooded eyes see omen.

Oh, but what is this resemblance my heart sees?
With every racing beat, like it speaks
To forlorn ages, unknown to me.
It understands every word silence yields.

And it throws all away in the billow dark,
Like it shields, this coil of mortality.
Oh, but jester was too much tired to see...
his grin overthrowning pain icy.

Reluctant for my heart, trying to escape,
My eyes turned away to the light now gray
of thick mist I inhaled away.
And grey was that day.

And grey streetlight threw a circle of light
Upon a drear scene of my memory,
From whence came a figure dressed in white.

There were but a minute of silence,
Within the air and within my heart,
And with nothing dying young,
Soon my heart spoke to me profane:
"Where?"

Alas, thus spake embroider of night:

-To but where do you run child?
-Into nothingness derived.

-Bring forth thy insignificance
-Upon stars carving thy path’s carpet.

"And with less hesitation than anger,
soon flew an answer to him, who knew."

Yes, I must admit, I often turn to the stars,
And in dark’s black I stand
Wondering wander, on paths bright.

"And the wee smile glanced upon him,
as his eyes gazed through me"

-But, to where will this thought lead?
-There will be none you to plead

-As you carry the wings of night,
-Flying, but to where life is slight.

"Now I stood brave and his talk carried"

In the absence of light is my heyday,
Enveloped by mercy and pray,
Such curled I shall stay.

-Thou really think that is the way?
-Can you see not you’re sent astray?

-Drifting with waves of winds, you are prey
-To the endless Time, the god of decay.

Once the flower blooms, it lives forever,
in the viewer’s aspect, there’s no gloom
And no grief of love severed.

-But the scene shifts, and darkness gave no hope;
-To the desolate heart, shrouded with cold.

-Be thy self-will’d, as much as you want,
-Yet thy bones will in solitude rot.

Thou hast opinions, yet provest none;
Wherefore irk thou my desolate sun?
Whereof spark thou, prophet beshuned?

-Haven’t you seen for what men is keen?
-They’re all washing hands, for sin to clean.

-And their bottomless pit of guilt
-releases the darkness to which you lean.

Your song is for the demons, of your own lonely night
Praise thy own words, into some other heart.
You vainly try to change smile into sigh.

-Did you wake with a sigh, and not a smile?
-Did you?

-This song is for your forgivness,
-To forgive yourself the death of your Child.

The Child never dies!
Unpour your lies!
The Child lives, and cries, and speaks, and smiles...

-...and writes? This Child with raven eyes?
-Be His pen blooded nails, and my heart canvas,

-Yet, it seems it cannot carve anything,
-but sigh against smile, and death nigh.

Unwanted pity! Stay astray!
You could never understand
Hope of night and pray.

-Did you pray, watching the sun dive,
-Into the raven night full of lies?

-Did you lived to see the other end of night?
-Will you have pity for reaper’s cries?

Maybe I am here trodden by time,
May be grim the outcome,
But ne’er was battle fought in vain.

-I pity ye, for you are like others...
-Crying in darkness.

Not my soul, but my tears...
-...glides to the God’s ghyle?
...Down to the black abyss...
-...and you not?

Oh, the smile, the unwanted treason!
Now kneel, Pandora, ye impairst my reason!
I shall tell what you dearly try to hear,
for my shell is broken with the aptness of your token.


Yes! Blank is the canvas, which I with blank fill
Yes! My hands do turn these smiles into grey,
Oh yes! And in this rejoice I do feel.

Painting black with white,
Bleaching what has been done.

-But not to forgive what you forget?
-Pushing away what lays so close yet?

Take your mirror to where ye came.
In world of no remorse I feel no pain.

-But you still beg to be forgiven.

A lie! sheathe yer tounge for it tells not what skin outside lets.

-Oh?! And why on the bridge you stand?
-What do you think, of whom this shade before you might be?

" The rain started and now I see"
"One lightning shined the face infront of me"

"No! It was not me! Nor was my dead father, nor any of thee who in shade lurkst me"

"That face so strangly have seemed, but as I gazed more deeply in it I've seen;

My own days of yore, that innocence hath bore."

Defeated I stand here, and beg thee,
Don't look me with your eyes wee,
remove this our weal, I don't need blame to shear, I long 'ere bear it.
Please, you have ceased to be, now, leave.

"So He turned to darkness, and with no footsteps, his marks night has shrouded. "

So, this is me.
Even the light above now I cannot see.
Maybe I should lay here.
Yes! Lay here!
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