The songless burden
Magic fire exhausted, spells lie spent,
strewn notes fall on deaf ears; I fear for yours.
To live and die in the span of a line
used to shatter tragedies. Wretched days
no longer pacified, no longer sound
premonitions of a haven. Beyond,
a chorus of embers mesmerizes
your tessitura. Beautiful weakness
confesses silent hours; sins on high
drift to earth. Veil a gift, aria,
a sonorous blood in torment. A voice,
serene of old, screams with naked passion.
Your dusk betrays this broken fear set free
in verses fragmented by deepest tears.
Grant my wish, sing of fever glorified;
caress these senses with measures stripped bare -
trade your curse for mine; misery chosen
from those blacker still? Refuse with a glance
glassy with loss shouting to all the world:
withered you live as I fade, fade away.
Close the impulsive window, witness hell.
Your parting lips, ablaze with echoed chords,
drown me in shame. Maiden, hear selfish guilt:
once you stole my breath; steal it once more.