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Dark is this Night
- Dark is this Night -
A Lamentation for Love
Part One: Darkness and Solace
Dark is this night, and I know not how to greet the morn,
For if I must greet it lonely, then what is the sun for me?
A thing of fire, that lights a world where love is so vacant;
So missing that it fills my soul with agony, makes me torn,
Between my desire for love and my anger at all as I see...
If the universe is a desert, then this world is but one tent,
And lonely is a tent when those within want for so much...
All I wanted was love; just to kiss, just to feel, and touch!
Some desire fame, money, and power at any cost to pay,
Whilst all I ever desired was a love as bright as the day...
Was I too romantic in my nature; should I have changed,
Is that what sparks desire today: the corruption of spirit?
Of what use is any change, when it makes us estranged,
From one another and from the gods; oh how I do fear it!
The darkness that grows in the absence of love and light,
Making much of sorrow, forcing me to take solace in night.
Part Two: Mad Dreams
I think back upon my life and linger long in moments past,
Fearful of a lonely future, and unable to bear the present.
How can people deny Hell, when it is all around this age?
An era so filled with conflict and hate, that it cannot last...
Sometimes change must come, just as feelings must vent.
For how long can a heart go on, 'ere it fills up with rage?
And so I rage that I should weep in darkness, unheard...
I rage that it should be so hard to find love; how absurd,
That people should complicate the simple things so vastly,
Causing hearts to break from waiting too long, and lastly:
That I should be so burdened by loss, that peace is gone.
If only the gods can grant peace, then I am truly undone!
For the contentment I need cannot wait for the hereafter,
Far too strong, my hunger for a lasting love and laughter!
Passion can overcome reason, when one is so overcome,
Bringing mad dreams, bright as stars and dark as a plum.
Part Three: Words and Feelings
In all my dreams I am no longer alone, but truly at peace,
For there is always with me a loving maid, never to cease;
But who loves me eternally, as deeply as my love's depth,
Never to betray me, and so my tears are joyful, if so wept.
Of my nightmares I cannot speak, for they are reflections,
Mirrors of the sorrows and pain of my life's worst sections.
I despair that in this hour I cannot be more joyful in heart!
But bitter is this night for me, as it matters not the fair art,
The flowery words; when broken in truth is my heart, sad.
Are my dreams so unattainable, are all my hopes so mad?
Swift comes Valentine's day when past is the year's first...
But for me it is a time of despair for on that day I do thirst,
Parched as I am for love, and denied even a drink thereof,
Most sweet would be the ambrosia, whose nectar is love!
To some these are but words yet I feel them as my blood,
Warm, hot, unceasing in their urgency; rushing in a flood!
Part Four: A Prayer
I tire of my lamentation and cannot weep without an end,
And so I must dry my tears, a desperate prayer to send...
Oh ye gods and powers that grant love unto mortals dear,
Listen well unto my prayer, and lend to this heart thy ear!
All I ask of thee is a maid whose love is as dear as mine...
Who will be there for me, in day and night, a love sublime.
Have I not been thy loyal servant, humble in all my deeds?
Now I ask this dream be made flesh; great are my needs,
For great are my sorrows, and I would see my pains heal;
Send ye my soul's mate unto me, make my dreams real...
This is all I ask of thee; others have asked for much more,
I long to look forward to a new day and all that is in store.
Never have I been a selfish woman, nor one given to deceit!
But there comes a time, when a prayer must be prayed...
That is for oneself; thus, I offered my prayer as complete.
I will have faith it will not go unheard, nor be too delayed!
A Lamentation for Love
Part One: Darkness and Solace
Dark is this night, and I know not how to greet the morn,
For if I must greet it lonely, then what is the sun for me?
A thing of fire, that lights a world where love is so vacant;
So missing that it fills my soul with agony, makes me torn,
Between my desire for love and my anger at all as I see...
If the universe is a desert, then this world is but one tent,
And lonely is a tent when those within want for so much...
All I wanted was love; just to kiss, just to feel, and touch!
Some desire fame, money, and power at any cost to pay,
Whilst all I ever desired was a love as bright as the day...
Was I too romantic in my nature; should I have changed,
Is that what sparks desire today: the corruption of spirit?
Of what use is any change, when it makes us estranged,
From one another and from the gods; oh how I do fear it!
The darkness that grows in the absence of love and light,
Making much of sorrow, forcing me to take solace in night.
Part Two: Mad Dreams
I think back upon my life and linger long in moments past,
Fearful of a lonely future, and unable to bear the present.
How can people deny Hell, when it is all around this age?
An era so filled with conflict and hate, that it cannot last...
Sometimes change must come, just as feelings must vent.
For how long can a heart go on, 'ere it fills up with rage?
And so I rage that I should weep in darkness, unheard...
I rage that it should be so hard to find love; how absurd,
That people should complicate the simple things so vastly,
Causing hearts to break from waiting too long, and lastly:
That I should be so burdened by loss, that peace is gone.
If only the gods can grant peace, then I am truly undone!
For the contentment I need cannot wait for the hereafter,
Far too strong, my hunger for a lasting love and laughter!
Passion can overcome reason, when one is so overcome,
Bringing mad dreams, bright as stars and dark as a plum.
Part Three: Words and Feelings
In all my dreams I am no longer alone, but truly at peace,
For there is always with me a loving maid, never to cease;
But who loves me eternally, as deeply as my love's depth,
Never to betray me, and so my tears are joyful, if so wept.
Of my nightmares I cannot speak, for they are reflections,
Mirrors of the sorrows and pain of my life's worst sections.
I despair that in this hour I cannot be more joyful in heart!
But bitter is this night for me, as it matters not the fair art,
The flowery words; when broken in truth is my heart, sad.
Are my dreams so unattainable, are all my hopes so mad?
Swift comes Valentine's day when past is the year's first...
But for me it is a time of despair for on that day I do thirst,
Parched as I am for love, and denied even a drink thereof,
Most sweet would be the ambrosia, whose nectar is love!
To some these are but words yet I feel them as my blood,
Warm, hot, unceasing in their urgency; rushing in a flood!
Part Four: A Prayer
I tire of my lamentation and cannot weep without an end,
And so I must dry my tears, a desperate prayer to send...
Oh ye gods and powers that grant love unto mortals dear,
Listen well unto my prayer, and lend to this heart thy ear!
All I ask of thee is a maid whose love is as dear as mine...
Who will be there for me, in day and night, a love sublime.
Have I not been thy loyal servant, humble in all my deeds?
Now I ask this dream be made flesh; great are my needs,
For great are my sorrows, and I would see my pains heal;
Send ye my soul's mate unto me, make my dreams real...
This is all I ask of thee; others have asked for much more,
I long to look forward to a new day and all that is in store.
Never have I been a selfish woman, nor one given to deceit!
But there comes a time, when a prayer must be prayed...
That is for oneself; thus, I offered my prayer as complete.
I will have faith it will not go unheard, nor be too delayed!
Published 3rd Jul 2015
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4th Jul 2015 8:01am
6th Jul 2015 4:18am
Thanks for the hugs, Zoey. You’re so sweet! I was in more than a bit of a sad way when I wrote this poem… it isn’t one of my newer poems, although it is new to Deep Underground. But things have improved a lot in my life since then, for which I am very grateful to the gods. :)
