Of Old Age and True Death
I watch the world with weary eyes
My immortal life
Meaningless without the will to live.
I have seen countries, cities, kingdoms fall
And from the ashes of the fallen
Always rise new life, new wonders, new joy.
Such entertainment can last so long
Before age and boredom catches up.
My life is eternal but for true death
For over two millenia have I lived.
Once upon a time I could look upon this world
With the new and wondrous eyes
Of a new life of death.
Long ago has that time passed
As humanity and death catches up with me,
So do I fall into darkness.
Few hold me to this dead life of mine,
Yet even my childe cannot break the monotony,
The guilt that eats me away.
My past merges with my present,
Catching up to me with harsh speed
Despite how quickly I may run.
It forms no future, only darkness
And death is all I can see.
I look into my mind and all that lays there
Are corpses of those
Whose lives I have taken.
Nothing binds me to this world now,
And as I greet the deadly brightness of the sun
I feel no fear, no pain, no anger.
Its brightness washes away the darkness,
And burns the corpses within my mind,
A human girl beside me as I burn.
Such irony for one of the race
Whose death and pain I have partaken in
To stand beside me, to fear for me
To shed crystal tears for me.
I hope greedily for the forgiveness
Of a god that I do not truly believe in,
A god who is simply a symbol,
A form for the bringer of my hopeful salvation.
As the sun that stands for goodness
Brings upon my death,
I do not die with darkness and boredom within me
But a grin, a wild joy that fills me.
Flames engulf me, pain surrounds me
But I am numb to it, numb to all but the freeing of my soul
As I am lifted from this immortal shell
And swept upon a wind into the heavens
And am greeted not with torment
But a life to begin anew
In a light that holds my future
While my past is burned away.