Undead Pain
Ellone...
Her name echoes
In pitch-black night,
Darkness flees before the sound,
Afraid to touch
Her pristine skin,
Alabaster countenance,
Whiter than the bloodless flesh
That rests upon my timeless bones.
There when I began, she will be in the end.
Cursed with a blessing
Only she can remove,
I search through lifetimes on end,
Never changing
As she's born anew.
My only salvation,
I fear to touch.
Her childlike innocence
Hides ageless wisdom.
When first we met
Our deaths we found,
And yet I live.
And yet she is reborn.
And yet I cannot bear
To stain her once again
With my curse of blood:
My death,
My past,
My present,
My future,
My life,
My curse...
Blood;
The color of my name,
Suou,
Stains my existence,
Haunts my halflife.
Forced to quaff
The devil's drink,
Maintain my life
Though I am dead.
I longing look
At her rebirth
Once more as she was then.
The soul that once was mine
She can return to me.
I need but ask and she will give.
I will not ask.
I will not take again from her.
I will not bend her to my will.
I will live with my curse in death,
Long for her salvation.
Ellone.
13 October 2003