At the grave

by kingalfredthegreat

Follow up to my " One last miracle with love dear ones" this is a poem of Suzaku relating to Nunnally s loss and Lelouch s pain. he will do what is told to him and more, while never forgetting...

At The Grave…

At the grave our station keeping,
Stood the mournful sister weeping,
Close to her brother at the last.

Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,
All His bitter anguish bearing,
now at length the sword had passed.

Oh, how sad and sore distressed
was that sister dearly blest,
of the sole-begotten One!

He above in torment hangs;
She beneath beholds the pangs,
of her glorious loving kin.

Is there one who would not weep,
overwhelmed in miseries so deep,
His dear sister to behold?

Can the human heart refrain
From partaking in her pain,
In that sister`s pain untold?

Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,
she beheld her tender kin, all with bloody scourges rent.

For the sins of His own nation,
Saw Him hang in desolation,
Till His spirit forth He sent.

O thou sister! Fount of love!
Touch my spirit from thy place;
Make my heart with thine accord.

Make me feel as thou hast felt;
Make my soul to glow and melt,
with the love of our dearest one.

Gentle one! Pierce me through;
in my heart each wound renew
of our Saviour mortified.

Let me share with thee His pain,
who for all my sins was slain,
Who for us in torments died.

Let me mingle tears with thee,
mourning Him who mourned for me,
all the days that I may live.

Dearest sister, who hold him lest,
Listen to my fond request
Let me share thy grief divine.

Let me, to my latest breath,
In my body bear the death
Of that dying brother thine.

Wounded with His every wound,
Steep my soul till it hath swooned
In His very blood away.

While my body here decays,
May my soul Thy goodness praise,
Safe in Paradise with Thee.