I promised you forever and you smiled. You lingered and
played a while, and then wandered into the endless night leaving me behind. You
deserted true love, and cast the fetters of pain upon me.
Being left alone on the shores of eternity is an
existence of damnation. Abandonment poisons the body and mind, leads into a
journey of sorrow and self doubt. It leaves one to dwell in the shadows and
creates illusions of a twisted reality. In memories, solitude can snare a man
in these thoughts and trap him in an endless dream of torment. One cannot
outrun memories, especially those steep in the emotion of love. These
tormenting thought become demons and shred the soul.
Oh, help me? Please? Gods of old, take my heart and cast
it into the Forge of Vulcan. Temper it to a constant resistance of love, a
strength not easily scratched by the temptation of amour. Deafen my ears to the
soft words of the Siren. Blind me to the beauty of woman. Remove the scent from
the rose, so not to seduce my senses. I will wandering the ether world until
succour is embraced.
Charon, let me drink from the River Styx. Let me
forget...
© April 18, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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