A Game of Pain

(PART THREE OF THE TRAGEDY OF GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)


Walking the path of tombs
Candles burning in the gloom.
I seek the one thing that cannot be found,
A spark of light in the doom.

Fires rage around my steps
Never taking the right, only the left.
Looking only for a tiny little wisp
Of the love that I am bereft.

She fell so long ago
To the rocky ground below.
I can still hear her scream!
The beginnings of the great show.

     Deep in the flames
     I still play His game.
     A game of pain
     In the realm of the slain.

My obsidian tower within the pits,
Holds my throne where I sit.
Into the fires I will scry
For the immortal that will not die.

Her image lingers for the briefest glimpse
But nothing I see makes sense.
She is like a shadow within the night.
I scream my frustration until I’m spent.

     Down in the pits
     I will scream my fit.
     A game of shit
     In this realm of regret.

Even though I’m free
I still feel the need
To rattle the bars
Until those afar
Can feel my anger.
Shadows in flickering light
Pushing against the sight
Of glorified seraphim
Sinning upon a whim
In the eyes of God.

Vehement and depressed
Days of light unrepressed.
I wish I could hold her once more,
I’d show her love without contest.

Just to once more to hear her voice
I would suddenly rejoice.
Then I would gladly face the Lord
I would embrace him, my choice.

     I wonder if
     Within the mists
     One day a tryst
     With Faith will exist.