Sorrows of Charming

A diva, She sings for me

Sarahnading me to sleep

Her song profound, how sweet it sounds

I am enthralled as I listen and weep

She sings of Her romanticistic ideals

As my tears fall like rain from black storm-clouds above

This melody treats a starving insomniac to a musical feast

And this is from where I drew my misconceptions of love

In Her palatial room asleep, I'd watch Sarahccubus dream

Bearing witness to Her slumber, always brought me to such peace

Whilst I beheld the Sarahnity of my beloved Sleeping Beauty

Simple delights in a paradise that I thought would never cease

These walls encased our carnal raptures;

the pleasures that lovers see

These simple delights in a paradise

that unbeknownst to me

would shortly cease...

What entwining tides of time shalt suffer unto fortune's swine?

That She would grace a pedastal that I would exalt in the dead of night

Why doth thou flaunt thy femininity with another that might

Whither in these same tragic blights that plague this despondent heart of mine?

Thus; hear my obsession...

"A twisted curse is what thou lives

A fable of love, with folklore 'twixt

Out of adoration thou cannot be blissed

So soon thou seeks remission from an empty kiss"

Thus; hear my obsession...

What wondrous ornaments were torn down from the nighting skies?

That graced a twinkling, glowing aura behind those bewildering eyes?

Her splendour, an elegance to which the higher echelons subsided

An exquisite magnificence that graced the Earth in the magick

that Aphrodite provided

This majesty, my Princess with swan-like grace and eloquence

Drowned with me in wonderland where the regal would perform their awed obeissance

But what becomes of yesterday, as tomorrow's shores lie dimmed?

Would She break the man inside the beast, and take away his

grandeur from him?

When worshipping Her was the only love that He ever knew

An ardent affair He would acclaim but ensnared passions wouldn't subdue

My archangelic enchantress roams nonchalant, abliss, abroad

But somewhere the symphony of life hath struck a deafening

foul chord...

I nearly died, attempting suicide

Under the same zodiac and in the same vain

But I would not chide this ill-fated rhyme

For love-sickened sorrow swallowed for me a bleak bane

My love was in vain

Conducting the symphonies that these illustrious orchestras play

But why doth dirge infiltrate music this way?

Slowly suffocating, suffusing the air with my mourning, tragic song

With solemn words I Sarahnade my enthralled throng; thus

"This romance has died to an ill-fated fear

That this love would flourish eternally abundant throughout

echoing blissed years

But poets haven't verses to convey my pains

Only now that dusk falls, the memory of holding thee

returns again..."

And then it fades

As I realise what game thou doth play...