Nevermorrow

I lay crippled in an hour late
The stream of conscious dryly run
Feeling the dread of the weight
Of a terror richly new begun.

“Come spirit fell
To the Seventh Hell
Cast on this slumber the allure of thy spell”

I spoke with wraiths upon the shore
Of sands fumed to horrid glass—
And in such horror I then swore
To phantoms fell my spirit must pass
To beds of blades
Beyond all shades
In the ruin of starless song
Where broken mirrors belong
To call the specter from his rest
To the dreamer’s silent breast.

“Though now thy carcass lies
From the mirror thou shalt rise
Thy tomb dressed for the lost, twilit skies.”

No! Never! Please! Allow me to wake
Under this spell my spirit shall break
Vainly! Vainly do I yet crawl
Past the strange things that gallop in the hall
To lands beyond the golden Hell’s shore
Beyond daylight yawning outside the door
That rests between the shallow and deep
Of broken realms on the shores of sleep!
What phantom tears me to the ground
As my spirit circles round?

“Torn far between
The wholesome obscene
Welcome to this sea of poison green.”

Waken me dear God! Wake me now
Kiss the sin from off my brow
And from this mirror send my soul
That I may pay the ferryman’s toll
To know beyond slumber profound
The black, consecrated ground
Of a Kingdom beyond the tide of fate—
I would breathe still but ‘tis too late,
Let these phantoms seal me
And the deep demons steal me
Call me, call me my sacred bone
To kneel at the fallen God’s throne!

“But waken! Waken despair
In that silent, dark lair
And we shall answer thy sheltered, bleak prayer.
Waken! Waken! Waken in sorrow
Upon the tide of nevermorrow
Waken! Waken to the new day
Where the gods hath paved the dawn of decay.”