Beyond This
A/n: It's been quite long overdue, so I thought I finally complete the Songbook that I've been wanting to finish for the last 2 years. I've lost a lot of interest in Star Wars unfortunately, and probably think I won't regain any of it. But well, it still deserves the best poetry I can get, and this sonnet I wrote back last year sort of sums everything up. It wasn't meant for the theme – which has been personal rebellion – it was meant for something else rather stupid, but it fits into a summary… Now I can go to sleep knowing that something else unfinished as been completed. Here's to everything since 2002.
Beyond this hangs a shroud of tears,
draped, silver tangled in its humblest hue;
a pall of memories, torn of years:
heartless in the heart's finest dew.
Beyond this is where it lies,
made ruddy in its rise of faith;
an extension of hands joined, beautified;
where mist clouds the face
hemmed with the skeletal scars of wet eyes -
flood a water purest in dreams;
whose descent is a mournful embrace,
drained, sufficient in its supply
of denial. Beyond this
is a light, an innocent, admiring praise.