SYMPHONIYA DE TOSKA BOOK ONE: PREVIEW "LABYRINTH."

SYMPHONIYA DE TOSKA BOOK ONE: COMING THURSDAY, JANUARY 19TH FROM WHEELSONG BOOKS.

“Labyrinth”

I walked the labyrinth of the sunset.
Once, I knew the way…
But now, my eyes are closed,
And there is no hand in mine.
There never was…
I believed you were my guide.
Now I have forgotten the passage—
Though truly, I have walked alone.

These chambers are unfamiliar sights,
Once known as a sickness inside me:
A fever whose flame I drank of as wine
When I believed your heart swelled inside mine.
Gladdened by such disease, I sought no remedy,
And now, these ancient halls I have known for so long
In the twilight of shades are now mysteries.
With no light of the dying sun to show the way,
I have become lost in search of the hand
That never waited, while mine sought helplessly,
Believing such a phantom lay there.

There is another labyrinth inside the dawn—
But the sun has wilted in the garden of the night.
And there is no purpose in wakening.
The day itself perhaps was a lie.
No longer do I see truth, as your words
Were built to deceive the foundations
Of that world which I believed we had built.

The only truth that remains is death,
And the prisoner that seeks it.
O! What once was paradise
Has become a graveyard.
And I long to rest where I believed
You walked inside the blood of my soul.
But would your tears too be a lie
Should you enter and find me in peace?
Would you know the way home,
As our homes were upon separate skies?
No-one will blame you if you weep
When you see where your servant lies.