The Writing Machine

Stories by Christian Cloud Abraham

The Epitaph

Many years to come within the mind
In darkened nights foreseen
Many restless slumbers in blackened sheets
While awake and sleep between

Your mind shall awake to a haunted place
Before the body goes to sleep
A place of somber misery
From the love you did not keep

When the spirit begins to leave the body
Is when the pains of the heart have flown
To the moonlit foggy gloomy mires
Of desires left unknown

It is in this place you shall meet
Beneath a sickened dying tree
The cloaked demon of your fate
Whose name is Misery

The secret fear the demon hides
Is seen when you uncloak
The image of the one you love
And that love which you revoke

No sickness could there be to vex your soul
Then to drink from a cup of lies
Then nightly in fear recite them
To your love - the demon’s eyes

When daylight comes the body wakes
But the soul feels incomplete
So all day long the mask of levity
You wear to be discrete

So now light the candle that you hide
Wherein is kept my soul
And come to me my deepest love
So we can be made whole

But I foresee an epitaph
If from my love you still do hide
To be engraved upon your tomb
When before Death’s demon you are tried

From his eyes of squinting embers
And his throat of choking smoke
His wicked grin of malice shall cackle
As your sentence he will evoke:

HERE DOES LIE A MAGNIFICENT FOOL
WHO HAD LOVE FOR WHICH TO KILL
BUT THIS SAD FOOL FORSOOK THIS LOVE
SO IN DEATH SHALL BE TORMENTED STILL

END
© 2005 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on October 26, 2005 in
Emotion: Fear, Type: Poetry/Prose