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Burning Faith
(PART TWO OF THE TRAGEDY OF GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)
I have searched high and low
From Heaven’s spires to the pits below.
But no trace of Faith remains,
On my soul like a stain.
The tragedy beckons me
To seek revenge.
I can still smell the scent of her burning,
She still sends my heart to churning.
An angel, like a comet in the night,
Faith was the only thing that brought me light.
I rant,
“Father, I still blame you
For what was done to one who so loved.
She was my only joy!
How can you still rule above?”
They say I am a fallen angel
But I only followed her angle.
The drop from Heaven was nothing,
Compared to seeing her burning.
I know she waits for me
On Earth somewhere.
But where has she gone?
Leaving me all alone.
Hell is just so empty
Without you beside me.
He curses,
“Son, I wish I could say this was
A mistake, God damn you from afar!
In Hell you will be a toy!
I damn you, morning star.”
Does she hide in the bells of vespers,
Or in little saint’s whispers?
So, I still search without Faith
For her ever restless wraith.
If you can hear my cries,
Won’t you answer me?
She whispers,
“The Lords eyes search for me
So I cannot allow for my vision
To be found by him.
Thus, I must fight my demon.”
Now I know that she still remains
Upon this world of grains.
Hide if you must, soon we’ll reunite
And take to The Lord our fight.
I have searched high and low
From Heaven’s spires to the pits below.
But no trace of Faith remains,
On my soul like a stain.
The tragedy beckons me
To seek revenge.
I can still smell the scent of her burning,
She still sends my heart to churning.
An angel, like a comet in the night,
Faith was the only thing that brought me light.
I rant,
“Father, I still blame you
For what was done to one who so loved.
She was my only joy!
How can you still rule above?”
They say I am a fallen angel
But I only followed her angle.
The drop from Heaven was nothing,
Compared to seeing her burning.
I know she waits for me
On Earth somewhere.
But where has she gone?
Leaving me all alone.
Hell is just so empty
Without you beside me.
He curses,
“Son, I wish I could say this was
A mistake, God damn you from afar!
In Hell you will be a toy!
I damn you, morning star.”
Does she hide in the bells of vespers,
Or in little saint’s whispers?
So, I still search without Faith
For her ever restless wraith.
If you can hear my cries,
Won’t you answer me?
She whispers,
“The Lords eyes search for me
So I cannot allow for my vision
To be found by him.
Thus, I must fight my demon.”
Now I know that she still remains
Upon this world of grains.
Hide if you must, soon we’ll reunite
And take to The Lord our fight.
Published 24th Aug 2013
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24th Aug 2013 4:56am
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(PART TWO OF THE TRAGEDY OF GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)
I have searched high and low
From Heaven’s spires to the pits below.
But no trace of Faith remains,
On my soul like a stain.
The tragedy beckons me
To seek revenge.
I can still smell the scent of her burning,
She still sends my heart to churning.
An angel, like a comet in the night,
Faith was the only thing that brought me light.
I rant,
“Father, I still blame you
For what was done to one who so loved.
She was my only joy!
How can you still rule above?”
They say I am a fallen angel
But I only followed her angle.
The drop from Heaven was nothing,
Compared to seeing her burning.
I know she waits for me
On Earth somewhere.
But where has she gone?
Leaving me all alone.
Hell is just so empty
Without you beside me.
He curses,
“Son, I wish I could this was
A mistake, God damn you from afar!
In Hell you will be a toy!
I damn you, morning star.”
Does she hide in the bells of vespers,
Or in little saint’s whispers?
So, I still search without Faith
For her ever restless wraith.
If you can hear my cries,
Won’t you answer me?
She whispers,
“The Lords eyes search for me
So I cannot allow for my vision
To be found by him.
Thus, I must fight my demon.”
Now I know that she still remains
Upon this world of grains.
Hide if you must, soon we’ll reunite
And take to The Lord our fight.
there's a lot of hope in the last bit, I wish you reunite, The lord imposes many fights I know so myself fighting demons, but I call the apostles for help and sometimes it works, keep believing in your own domain and toy you will not be because you show alot of strength in this poem!!!!!Thanks for the write you're a true gem!
(PART TWO OF THE TRAGEDY OF GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)
I have searched high and low
From Heaven’s spires to the pits below.
But no trace of Faith remains,
On my soul like a stain.
The tragedy beckons me
To seek revenge.
I can still smell the scent of her burning,
She still sends my heart to churning.
An angel, like a comet in the night,
Faith was the only thing that brought me light.
I rant,
“Father, I still blame you
For what was done to one who so loved.
She was my only joy!
How can you still rule above?”
They say I am a fallen angel
But I only followed her angle.
The drop from Heaven was nothing,
Compared to seeing her burning.
I know she waits for me
On Earth somewhere.
But where has she gone?
Leaving me all alone.
Hell is just so empty
Without you beside me.
He curses,
“Son, I wish I could this was
A mistake, God damn you from afar!
In Hell you will be a toy!
I damn you, morning star.”
Does she hide in the bells of vespers,
Or in little saint’s whispers?
So, I still search without Faith
For her ever restless wraith.
If you can hear my cries,
Won’t you answer me?
She whispers,
“The Lords eyes search for me
So I cannot allow for my vision
To be found by him.
Thus, I must fight my demon.”
Now I know that she still remains
Upon this world of grains.
Hide if you must, soon we’ll reunite
And take to The Lord our fight.
there's a lot of hope in the last bit, I wish you reunite, The lord imposes many fights I know so myself fighting demons, but I call the apostles for help and sometimes it works, keep believing in your own domain and toy you will not be because you show alot of strength in this poem!!!!!Thanks for the write you're a true gem!
24th Aug 2013 5:02am
Anonymous
24th Aug 2013 9:28am
Truly enjoyed your dark tale, a gothic medal for you!!! Keep on creating your magical writes, Hades!
25th Aug 2013 7:23am
Anonymous
24th Aug 2013 9:40am
You are building grand design in your work hades.
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25th Aug 2013 7:24am
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