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In Darkness Rapt
“In Darkness Rapt”
In darkness rapt, I dream of fondest light,
Picturing a feminine face of modest beauty.
I long to touch it, and embrace its’ delight,
To cast aside the cold of solitary company!
The lies that deceive the masses are naught,
For I have walked behind the red shadows.
Illuminated in deed, in heart, and in thought,
I have stood in the hidden, silent meadows.
Beneath white skies and cold, frigid waters,
My feet have trod the paths of the ancients.
Oh, to hold the hands of the fair daughters,
To let go of this modern age’s bitter taints!
Cold are the shackles that bind many souls,
And though I exist unbound, I am held fast.
Perilous are the waters’ rocks and shoals…
In the eternal sea, where I wait ‘till the last!
Pray, for I am rising higher with each hour,
Even as I have flown with many an angel…
Sing, for my hands wield the divine power!
Even as I did delve: into the planes abyssal.
I have been dealt a mortal blow, long ago…
And yet time has healed its’ sting certainly.
I laugh away the pain it did bestow, and so,
Time heals all, and yet it heals not entirely.
Though I wear a different face, and form…
Still, I am myself, whole and incorruptible.
Even so, this December air is hardly warm,
And the chill in men’s souls is indefensible.
No brotherhood exists where I feel at home,
For I am alien to so much about this world!
I seek love amidst hate that bites the bone…
And never lets go, until comfort is spurned.
I close my eyes and see the face I do seek…
Knowing it only from a vision as my guide.
My search has humbled me so very meek…
And yet my fire rages, for it I cannot hide!
In darkness rapt, I dream of fondest light,
Picturing a feminine face of modest beauty.
I long to touch it, and embrace its’ delight,
To cast aside the cold of solitary company!
The lies that deceive the masses are naught,
For I have walked behind the red shadows.
Illuminated in deed, in heart, and in thought,
I have stood in the hidden, silent meadows.
Beneath white skies and cold, frigid waters,
My feet have trod the paths of the ancients.
Oh, to hold the hands of the fair daughters,
To let go of this modern age’s bitter taints!
Cold are the shackles that bind many souls,
And though I exist unbound, I am held fast.
Perilous are the waters’ rocks and shoals…
In the eternal sea, where I wait ‘till the last!
Pray, for I am rising higher with each hour,
Even as I have flown with many an angel…
Sing, for my hands wield the divine power!
Even as I did delve: into the planes abyssal.
I have been dealt a mortal blow, long ago…
And yet time has healed its’ sting certainly.
I laugh away the pain it did bestow, and so,
Time heals all, and yet it heals not entirely.
Though I wear a different face, and form…
Still, I am myself, whole and incorruptible.
Even so, this December air is hardly warm,
And the chill in men’s souls is indefensible.
No brotherhood exists where I feel at home,
For I am alien to so much about this world!
I seek love amidst hate that bites the bone…
And never lets go, until comfort is spurned.
I close my eyes and see the face I do seek…
Knowing it only from a vision as my guide.
My search has humbled me so very meek…
And yet my fire rages, for it I cannot hide!
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