Ghosts of my Tragic Past

Alone sitting in the moonlight, alone in the gadding starlight
In the grass of wrath I am kneeling
Perhaps crying and agonising my painful unbearing
Why must she go in death a-sailing?

As I look at those staring stars, I offered a prayer to Mars
May this battle of my heart to sorrow be ended;
Withered are my hands, numb from the bands
Of the righteousness she left on the utopia she mended

We used to walk underneath the gruesome cherry blossoms
I can't forget;
We kissed beneath rows of misty mistletoes
A picture...and her gown of black velvet

My eyes grow weary as my eyelids grow swollen
My cries are left mesmerized as I see her silhouette
"You lady of radiant jewels!" I yelled,
"What spell didst thou cast unto me?
I thine divine kisses I was left so lonely
And frail for your embraces I miss like the sunset!"

No answer came from the whistling wind...
The past is past they tell me
Those lonely littered lilies in the garden of eden
Reminds me of a love...a lovenow buried within...death...

Her smile is what seemed to be a sweet summer scent;
My calloused arms long for her hands and heroin hair
She was my only one...my only lady...
Pride drowned my soul in this rain of vanity...

The moon was reaching its apalling apex,
Carved in my face is sadness and dismay...
The seraph I loved with all my life
Is now flying with that idiot icarus...
Who flew with wing of wax...
How I loathe him...he envied us...
Like seraphs out of their den,
We danced in the moon...
But he took her...

It is so painful to watch them...
Tearing myself apart won't win her back...

She was gone..
Flew from my gilded heart...