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Beneath the Waves, My Spirit Waits

Posted in From a Melancholic Soul with tags , , , , , , , , on November 17, 2011 by mistressofpoetry


Oh, phantoms of the cold, misty ocean, lead me in the winds of death,
For I cannot resist the call of the grave.
Silent, and adorned in screams from within the chasm of forever,
You are to me a comfort in the northern winds of remorse,
Taking me to the place of shadow within shadow,
As I alone sleep upon the hordes of majestic darkness surrounding me,
My spirit, in eternal sorrow–a whispered serenade to the night.

Desolate canyons of a wandering spirit call out my echoing tears.
In the depths of the waters below is my ever-still, ever-silent soul.
So deadly is the caress of this dark melody;
It will send the angels to the darkness,
And the ravens will fall from flight,
As I follow the crystalline blackness within these cold waves,
Bidding a farewell to the pain of this bleak life.

Falling into the cold earth, into the endless darkness of the sea,
Chariots from the silent deep come to join my descent
Into the mists of the great ending.
Will you remember me, my beloved?
Will you chase the ocean to it’s end for me?
For I am waiting, my spirit lost in the crashing screams;
So cold, yet still waiting, searching for my dream.

See the barren moon, watch the silent stars shine upon my grave–
Reflections on the frozen water, slowly changing form–
As the echos of my life swear their love for you.
The northern star knows not how I remain trapped inside the night:
Withered petals, caught in the dancing breeze, sweetly giving their perfume,
As the angels again whisper their ageless sorrow;
For fallen am I, forever in the deep blue of my silent tomb, waiting for