I cast my gaze upon darkened skies while gates of benevolent horn and ivory on high
Open to sever my memory of the night of her demise.
Hammering rain stains Parisian clay glistening through fog like glitter on blood in a haze
Reviving golden memories of her with thoughts like that of olden days
And the gilded pathway to our devotion that lies broken in dismay
I venture into the swill to visit the crypt of my long deceased fiancé
In a ruined chapel I kiss the cold darkness
“Why does thou torture me – Why does thou torture me?”
On a red September the cinnamon smell of burning autumn embers
Lead me to her final resting place as I remember
But the love that I still held in my heart could tender the wild spark in the parlor’s fire
Fueling the passion that I’ve held for my fiancé’s desire
And rage for the scoundrel that against me would conspire
As a murder of crows gather to sing a funeral dirge in a black shadow choir.
Through a mourning wreathe I kiss sorrow with open lips
“Why does thou torture me, Why does thou torture me?”
Sunset bleeds itself to death in puddles of crimson and gold.
My love lies still, absent from life and embraced in a spectral hold.
Creeping ivy still alive mocks her casket bathed in moonlight
Eyes that see nothing stare at the heavens in frozen sight
Never to hear again the white dove’s wings take flight
While angels carved in stone cast down their stares at her tonight.
On the tomb of my lady fair I kiss death with numb lips
“Why does thou torture me, Why does thou torture me?”
It is not of her vanity nor loss of my sanity, I ask the winds to bring her back to me
For one last kiss from cadaverous lips I would thank my lucky scars for all eternity
To the devil I would sell my soul if I knew that her life it would reclaim
If only to have her again in my grasp and hear her whisper my name
To feel her breath land heavy upon my neck and kiss away the pain
That I felt when she drank of the wine tainted Wolfsbane.
As sunset falls I romance ghosts of forgotten love
“Why does thou torture me, Why does thou torture me?”
She is a funeral, lying silent, her heart absent from life
Dead as the flowers around her crown, she will never be my wife.
Crimson stains on her white burial gown, reminds me of roses on display in the snow.
Her intoxicating sleep invites me deep into a realm that life does not know.
Thoughts of driving the knife in my heart and start to turn it ever slow
With a suicide wish on my lamented lips death would be the best gift that God could bestow.
A perverse final verse for this libertine cursed
“Why does thou torture me, Why does thou torture me?”
Not meant for her life was the poison she sipped from a chalice
But it is with mine that I will tear Heaven asunder with unholy malice
So I swear to black roses that I lay upon her grave
It is without impunity that the villain’s life, no one will save
By any path of redemption and salvation for his soul God may pave
If angels fail to bring content for me, I know the Devil has many ways.
On a sickened mourning, revenge drips from my lips
“Why does thou torture me, Why does thou torture me?”
No thoughts of vengeance are cruel enough that I could ever dream
In my mind I can hear her cry through a tornado of screams.
I will release godless anger and rain blood on him with all Levianthan’s brutality
He will not want this hell, when I will set him to sail alone on Stygian shore’s finality
Lapping the taste of his blood from my hands without frugality,
And will spit upon his rotting grave will all my lethality.
With love time will pass, with time love will pass.
“Why does thou torture me, Why does thou torture me?”
I listen to hear the last of the black autumn sparrow sing
Angels of undead whisper my hymn of “The Torment of Kings”
In life I will suffer replaying her tragedy unforeseen
In Hell I will suffer for relishing in his death scheme
I pray wolves to guard my grave and bless my soul unclean
For life is nothing more to me now, then a scream within a dream.
“Why does thou torture me – Why does thou torture me?”
-R.R.