That moment of birth
Still rings in my ears.
waves howling on the right
stillness on the left
and damp earth above
reeking stink of wood.
It was not the joy of a new born
But after pain of again born,
weary entangled sinews
bark peeling off like the big oak
under which lay my tomb.
Now I stray listless
Searching amongst shadows
My name , my face
And the love of my life
In this strange new era
Where veils are open,
and doors are closed.
and doors are closed.
When the clock paused last
Were cries of victory and celebrations
They said that day
my valor, my martyrdom
my valor, my martyrdom
Will be a legend for eons to come.
and the caravan passed by.
But today, after the years have become,
Not a bit of my success even name
Found a note in all those books
As musty as me in the library.
The legacy of the one before me
to have deceived death
- glorious trail of truth seekers,
Lores do say, I had this child
Lores do say, I had this child
Spit flames as she cried
And was stoned to death
Or was burnt at stake
As I pray for its sake
On a teardrop
pitying my legacy
On this headless mound
pitying my legacy
On this headless mound
Why am I brought to live
again in this alien age ?
Am no undead, no thirst for blood,
Am I chosen for some forlorn fables, some godly task ?
My love is lost somewhere
In a morbid hiatus
between heaven and hell.
between heaven and hell.
And is my faith.
Our dreams of union have withered
In an eternal twilight
No sun for life, no moon for solace.
My lovestruck ballads ,
Only hopes to rouse her heart,
Are rehashes of cliché 80s songs
Or maybe there is no grand plan afterall,
Like reeds and timber in rapids flow
Earth to earth fire to fire, and back onwards,
Marvel to misery in five feet
To live in this limen with no nests across.