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Dark Remembrance
- Dark Remembrance -
In the shadows of the midnight moon, harvest full,
I came to the terrible grove that all others, shun…
To dance before the oaks, as mighty powers pull:
At my soul, when the working of my art is begun.
My mind has fathomed ancient mysteries so dark,
That a lesser will would be driven nigh to insanity!
And so I come to the grove, and there I do hark,
Whilst the silver of the moon shines so brilliantly…
Yet pale as a corpse, as I do waltz with the dead.
The sky is filled with billions of stars, all sparkling,
Yet in the terrible grove, mortals embrace dread!
Though I find peace there, when I am embarking,
Upon the journey the dance takes me swift upon.
I am swept away by unseen hands, so passionate,
For spirits that have not in eons glimpsed the sun!
A goddess awaits me, with a gaze dearly intimate.
Diana, dea antiquis,
Memini quid tu indicasti!
Quid mors abstulit a me,
Vos redditus est mihi cum luce.
Diana descending, in her craft of moonlike light…
“Beloved” she calls me, for she remembers much.
She saw me dancing, so wildly in the velvet night!
And the goddess extends her arm to thus touch…
My face, which appears pale in the evening glow,
As pale as the dead, and yet in my way I do live.
I come to her; no spirits need the way to show…
For I walked it before and have so much to give!
I dance before her, and I feel her hand upon me,
Caressing my face, as a smile crosses her own…
She: can be most cruel; yet, she can set one free.
And so I knelt as a penitent with naught to atone,
Even so, she took from my heart, its’ confession.
“Remember”, she tells me, but I do fear to look!
She says to fear not, lest fear’s cruel impression,
Lead me to recall more than what fate once took.
Diana, dea antiquis,
Memini quid tu indicasti!
Quid mors abstulit a me,
Vos redditus est mihi cum luce.
And my eyes opened wide, seeing back in time…
Weeping at horrors, laughing at the joys of living!
Countless lives, countless ages, and all are mine…
Or were, before I met my end, death unforgiving.
Oh Diana, is this why in another era you did cry?
For, you knew all of this was to be me one day…
And I was blind, not foreseeing: my fate to deny.
But my eyes are opened wide, the price to pay…
For too much knowledge, and none of it sought!
Yet, did I not seek it, when I came to the grove?
My heart was willing; Diana knew of its’ thought.
I feared not the spirits and so I carelessly strove,
To seek illumination beyond that which I knew…
And for long after Diana returned unto the stars:
I would struggle, with what was revealed as true.
There is no turning back, from my ancient scars!
Diana, dea antiquis,
Memini quid tu indicasti!
Quid mors abstulit a me,
Vos redditus est mihi cum luce.
In the shadows of the midnight moon, harvest full,
I came to the terrible grove that all others, shun…
To dance before the oaks, as mighty powers pull:
At my soul, when the working of my art is begun.
My mind has fathomed ancient mysteries so dark,
That a lesser will would be driven nigh to insanity!
And so I come to the grove, and there I do hark,
Whilst the silver of the moon shines so brilliantly…
Yet pale as a corpse, as I do waltz with the dead.
The sky is filled with billions of stars, all sparkling,
Yet in the terrible grove, mortals embrace dread!
Though I find peace there, when I am embarking,
Upon the journey the dance takes me swift upon.
I am swept away by unseen hands, so passionate,
For spirits that have not in eons glimpsed the sun!
A goddess awaits me, with a gaze dearly intimate.
Diana, dea antiquis,
Memini quid tu indicasti!
Quid mors abstulit a me,
Vos redditus est mihi cum luce.
Diana descending, in her craft of moonlike light…
“Beloved” she calls me, for she remembers much.
She saw me dancing, so wildly in the velvet night!
And the goddess extends her arm to thus touch…
My face, which appears pale in the evening glow,
As pale as the dead, and yet in my way I do live.
I come to her; no spirits need the way to show…
For I walked it before and have so much to give!
I dance before her, and I feel her hand upon me,
Caressing my face, as a smile crosses her own…
She: can be most cruel; yet, she can set one free.
And so I knelt as a penitent with naught to atone,
Even so, she took from my heart, its’ confession.
“Remember”, she tells me, but I do fear to look!
She says to fear not, lest fear’s cruel impression,
Lead me to recall more than what fate once took.
Diana, dea antiquis,
Memini quid tu indicasti!
Quid mors abstulit a me,
Vos redditus est mihi cum luce.
And my eyes opened wide, seeing back in time…
Weeping at horrors, laughing at the joys of living!
Countless lives, countless ages, and all are mine…
Or were, before I met my end, death unforgiving.
Oh Diana, is this why in another era you did cry?
For, you knew all of this was to be me one day…
And I was blind, not foreseeing: my fate to deny.
But my eyes are opened wide, the price to pay…
For too much knowledge, and none of it sought!
Yet, did I not seek it, when I came to the grove?
My heart was willing; Diana knew of its’ thought.
I feared not the spirits and so I carelessly strove,
To seek illumination beyond that which I knew…
And for long after Diana returned unto the stars:
I would struggle, with what was revealed as true.
There is no turning back, from my ancient scars!
Diana, dea antiquis,
Memini quid tu indicasti!
Quid mors abstulit a me,
Vos redditus est mihi cum luce.
Published 1st Sep 2012
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2nd Sep 2012 00:53am
No: no turning back, you just move on in the circle of cycles and hope to live as much as possible and be forgiven through penance. Karma is such.
2nd Sep 2012 10:45pm
Very true, and very wisely said, my friend! One cannot change what came before, and one cannot know what will be. All one can truly do, is to live and do one's best in the here and now. Such indeed, is the lesson that Karma has to teach!
Anonymous
31st Dec 2014 8:46pm
Such beauty as this poem become
2nd Jan 2015 7:48am
I am so happy you enjoyed reading this poem, Lilly! It is one of the finest of my poems regarding the goddess Diana, and quite a beautiful and darkly magical work. Glad its' magic sang sweetly to you! :)
