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The Twilight Halls
- The Twilight Halls -
I must go down, still living, into the gray twilight halls,
Where the countless shades of ages past roam free,
For there, amidst the white mists and black meadows,
The one I love with all of my heart may come to me.
The spirits doth beckon, and the Dark Goddess calls,
So I am drawn ever down, into those ashen shadows.
Into the ancient depths of the ancient and twilit halls,
Where I do find all manner of secrets unknown above…
Out there, amongst all the vaults of forbidden wisdom,
The perilous way is opened widely, for my lost love.
Within the cities of the dead, beyond cold ebon walls,
She doth stir from her slumber, in the lifeless kingdom.
“Awaken!” I cry, “And breathe graceful once more,”
“The sweet and lusty air that stirs all living things…”
“Depart, from this endless sleep that so vexes sore,”
“My pounding heart, which, for love of thee, sings!”
An age seems to pass, for time there holds no sway,
Not over this place, where countless ghosts do play…
This cavernous world, not ever touched by any day!
Where the sun, shines not, never even one single ray.
Then, at last, the silence of the dead doth so break,
As my beloved, from her grave, begins to thus awake.
I can hear the sounds of all the guardians of the Gate,
The eternal portal to the blackest necropolis of Hell,
Coming forth they are, to unlock those doors of fate…
That my beloved dear heart may return, and be well!
“Open the gate!” I cry out in the depths of the night,
“A true servant of the Dark Goddess commands…”
“Open the gate, I say, lest I let in the purest Light,”
“From Heaven’s undying and most pristine lands!”
Of course they shall obey, they are given no choice,
My sacrifices of blood and more hath been made,
So, now they must listen to my commanding voice.
It matters not what price there be I may hath paid…
For her hath I in life so lived, for her wouldst I die,
For her, I wouldst pluck the very stars from the sky.
For her, I wouldst fashion them into a lovely crown,
I wouldst place it reverently upon her angelic head,
To match the shimmering of her glittering black gown!
A gift from the living: to give life to the waiting dead.
For her, even my very life’s blood, I wouldst shed!
A gift from the living: to slake the thirst of the dead.
Behold, she cometh forth from the timeless abyss!
I see her ever-youthful face, and her radiant eyes…
I prepare myself with all my will, to receive her kiss,
Caring not if this hour is real, or one of illusion’s lies.
We embrace, and for one moment, we are lost in bliss,
Both of us crying tears, for all the time we didst miss.
Then, the ideal moment ends, too suddenly to bear,
As she crumbles to dust whilst held thus in my arms!
The sorrow that tears through me cannot compare:
To my horror, for I had been looking into her eyes,
Lost in her great beauty, and adrift in her charms…
When for a second time, I had to watch her so die.
No words can express, as the curtain of shadow falls,
All that I experienced, in those terrible twilight halls!
I must go down, still living, into the gray twilight halls,
Where the countless shades of ages past roam free,
For there, amidst the white mists and black meadows,
The one I love with all of my heart may come to me.
The spirits doth beckon, and the Dark Goddess calls,
So I am drawn ever down, into those ashen shadows.
Into the ancient depths of the ancient and twilit halls,
Where I do find all manner of secrets unknown above…
Out there, amongst all the vaults of forbidden wisdom,
The perilous way is opened widely, for my lost love.
Within the cities of the dead, beyond cold ebon walls,
She doth stir from her slumber, in the lifeless kingdom.
“Awaken!” I cry, “And breathe graceful once more,”
“The sweet and lusty air that stirs all living things…”
“Depart, from this endless sleep that so vexes sore,”
“My pounding heart, which, for love of thee, sings!”
An age seems to pass, for time there holds no sway,
Not over this place, where countless ghosts do play…
This cavernous world, not ever touched by any day!
Where the sun, shines not, never even one single ray.
Then, at last, the silence of the dead doth so break,
As my beloved, from her grave, begins to thus awake.
I can hear the sounds of all the guardians of the Gate,
The eternal portal to the blackest necropolis of Hell,
Coming forth they are, to unlock those doors of fate…
That my beloved dear heart may return, and be well!
“Open the gate!” I cry out in the depths of the night,
“A true servant of the Dark Goddess commands…”
“Open the gate, I say, lest I let in the purest Light,”
“From Heaven’s undying and most pristine lands!”
Of course they shall obey, they are given no choice,
My sacrifices of blood and more hath been made,
So, now they must listen to my commanding voice.
It matters not what price there be I may hath paid…
For her hath I in life so lived, for her wouldst I die,
For her, I wouldst pluck the very stars from the sky.
For her, I wouldst fashion them into a lovely crown,
I wouldst place it reverently upon her angelic head,
To match the shimmering of her glittering black gown!
A gift from the living: to give life to the waiting dead.
For her, even my very life’s blood, I wouldst shed!
A gift from the living: to slake the thirst of the dead.
Behold, she cometh forth from the timeless abyss!
I see her ever-youthful face, and her radiant eyes…
I prepare myself with all my will, to receive her kiss,
Caring not if this hour is real, or one of illusion’s lies.
We embrace, and for one moment, we are lost in bliss,
Both of us crying tears, for all the time we didst miss.
Then, the ideal moment ends, too suddenly to bear,
As she crumbles to dust whilst held thus in my arms!
The sorrow that tears through me cannot compare:
To my horror, for I had been looking into her eyes,
Lost in her great beauty, and adrift in her charms…
When for a second time, I had to watch her so die.
No words can express, as the curtain of shadow falls,
All that I experienced, in those terrible twilight halls!
Published 3rd Nov 2014
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3rd Nov 2014 1:22am
Ah to love and lost. Poignantly presented and with such sweet sorrow. Jessica...you are talented. :)
3rd Nov 2014 11:18pm
The only way I know to write of such tender things is sweetly, my dear friend... a lot of my poetry of late has been dealing with the subjects of love, loss, and where one must go from there and how to cope with it. It is a tale as old as time, and one can see something like it even in the Epic of Gilgamesh, which dealt with the same or similar themes. In poetry, sorrow can be either beautiful or horrible depending on the way the author paints and portrays it... in my writings, I try to show both sides of sorrow since all living beings have that yin and yang nature (and diversity) to them. I am very happy you enjoyed this poem of mine, Grace, and thanks for another eloquent comment. Your words are always welcome! :D
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3rd Nov 2014 5:04am
Such a beautiful poem that I truly fell in love with amazing job
3rd Nov 2014 11:21pm
Your words are a joy to read, dear Nightcore, and coming from so lovely a poetess as yourself I find them to be treasures beyond measure! :)
