Erik (Dreams of Darkness and Light)
In the dark she clings to me,
taking comfort in the fleshless touch of an icy hand
a whispered caress to stroke her hair with death's bony chill
this fragile frame,
iron clad and rigid,
unbreakable
(a mask is a mask is a mask)
shelters her
keeps the night at bay –
how poetic to hide away from darkness
wrapped in tortured emptiness devoid of hopes of the sun
In the dark she clings to me.
The night is my world (my life, my soul)
and in this realm I reign supreme
The embrace of the darkness is cold,
chill as death,
as life,
and hot,
flames flickering black to scorch my blistered soul with dreams
of darkness
and of light.
My soul is empty, shattered.
There is only the music, my true mistress,
the only one who will never forsake me –
for whom I must forsake all others,
devoting mind, body, life to
unending worship at her unfeeling radiant shrine.
My mistress is cold in her regard,
her deathless voice my only beauty,
granting her angel the strength to move shattered limbs,
shattered heart,
raising my eyes to adore the heavens
I despise
empty and endless as my dreams.
In the dark she clings to me,
clutching tight to my wasted arm
with a pure and innocent passion,
trusting me to guide her
who does not believe in salvation,
trusting me to lead her
who cannot find his way from the limitless depths,
to bring her safely through the unending night.
AMH
13 March 2005
