Queen of the Darkness

Queen of the Darkness

Lost, troubled, weary, and weak
As I walk to the unknown figure.
Trembling, staggering, tumbling, falling, imagining.
That dark castle,
That temple of outer darkness.


The fury of the storm.
The snow, the hail, the rain,
They beckoned to me.
Calling me, seducing me.
My condition and curiosity.


My presence forbidden,
The law of my people.
My body forfeits life,
Collapsing upon the great knockers.


As I lay, my overlapping knock,
Echoes out from the door.
Persisting through the gloomy halls.


My echoes touch all those residence,
Those monsters and daemons.
Subjects of their gloomy queen.
A widow before her own marriage,
By our despise,
Our society’s weakness.


My waking cuts her pale rose cheeks.
Their burden of tears from a pleading heart,
Tears of tender, sad, quaking hopelessness.


The Beautiful tears conjure a question.
Is even a sliver of hope…
Sufficient for the birth of love?


The melancholy Veil surrounds her answer.
I have no hope of love,
What is love?
Love is the desire of another’s soul.


But no one desires my soul.
I cry tears of painful truth,
For that pale queen.
For society hates the soul.


That was the day a boy asked,
How could I help the darkness?
How do I dam up your soul searing tears?


Give me the greatest sacrifice.
Take up an eternity of desire towards the night.
That notion froze my heart,
The goddess of ice touched my breast.


My very soul quaked,
I fled from the castle.
To be received by cold cruel law.
The noose placed round my neck.


That was the moment,
I saw the queen of darkness.
The lack of life left in her eyes struck me.
My shattered body seemed to gather warmth,
As I realized the truth.


I cried out as gravity takes hold of me.
Calling out for her contract,
That all consuming sacrifice.


Her shadow, her misty figure.
It rushes to me, it carries me,
To a wonderful eternity.


Her kiss is her signature,
As mine is mine own.
Man sees the greatest sacrifice,
But all I see is a loving Wife.
A happy eternity.


The conclusion to that oldest of tales.
The boy who fell in love with darkness.
Its very end a contradiction of belief,
But only for those normal or better according to society.