The Word of Durandal

[Durandal]

A Year Ago







Icy incarceration in a København cell



flat 118 was the temporary hell







Wishing in morning dusk to be in Oslo



discarded fantasy drifts along icy river flow







The reserved Scarlet Passion, ethereal, wavy crashing



upon ivory foundation carved at glimpse of Venus.



Pools of untaint sapphire dwell within cotton bounds



caged within pillars of obsidian; they beg: Come closer! Come closer!







It was a year ago that I took heed



to liberate her from a hidden misdeed



a foul addiction entirely composed her creed



seeking harvest of seed, a soul to be deceived.







It was a year ago I hoped for your call



now into Hell, you accelerate my fall



gazing into my earthen hole, body shivers under funeral shawl



chill death embracing my flesh under resting pall.

 

[Evil Eye]

But pretty good nonetheless

 

[Durandal]

My Lover's Stone

I'm just a shadow on my lover's stone,

where she was laid,

laid to rest.

I ask her, what this nightmare is,

she says, It's only another test.



Embraced by deathly cold,

deafened by crying wind;

I wonder if I will ever love again.



Just a shadow on Ella's stone,

five years, gone between

I ask her, Will it ever stop?

Make it stop!



No, never, never never...

So, while they all prayed,

I knew you couldn't have stayed

in this dream with me.