No longer willing to be tricked into despair... |
Cool air drifts Across my cheek Like sudden snowfall, and I laugh, Perhaps at me or at the way The touch engenders Such a solemn love of things unseen, Unheard of, understood. The hand that brought the air could lift me higher Than itself Until I dangled over water, over land, So overjoyed to be at peace, But then I realize once again That it was made to let me fall… So farewell, Night. Farewell the subtle moon With creeping fingers, distant smile. Above the earth, the velvet dark Was made to hold your sadness For a while But I no longer will. Farewell the fierce euphorics Of the shadows on the hunt, The skulking fear of things that bite, The claws that tear and rip and kill. No longer fed, you’ll fade away To nothing, and the winds will bay much better, Only now my window’s closed. So sing your songs, I will not hear them. Disappear— I will not care. No vengeful sulking Could persuade me to return. The hand that once caressed Could wrap less fondly round my throat, Constrict my breath with Dizzy visions of The frenzied scythe, But I would only laugh again, For I have conquered! Farewell, Death. Go-- Get ye hence To find your own sleep In a graveyard filled with facile ghosts And tranquil manics, Murdered children, And forbidden loves. I’ll watch with you till morning Ere I go my way, But then you shan’t see me again. For when I finally fall the last No simple hand will catch me Save the one that brings the sun, The swifter rising, and the endless dawn… So farewell Night. Farewell! (What do you think? Ideas for a new ending if necessary?) |