Lustful widow of a thousand deaths I am your soulmate to this end.
Not a singular being could deviate me from you.
The quiet lament of our tears is lasting proof of an ecstasy of insanity.
The moon smiles above our heads in silent comprehension,
and plush understanding.

Realms of bliss and light,
lasting delight for weary travelers.
Give me the wine of a thousand shamans,
a thousand mystic tears.

And when death ends us and entices us,
caught in sweet rapture,
only then shall we see the pure purpose of our fleeting lives.
Remorse for those lost souls who could only dream of such a condition.

We have made a pilgrimage to eternal night,
and in seeing such we long for retirement from sorrow.
We long for a home in the stars,
with the divine beings performing their arts.

The honey-dew that falls upon our faces
is meager food for such a paradise.
We need lustful sin and bountiful wine
to nourish our souls.

And at nights end we walked from this place,
and entered the sea.
The water-dwellers greeted us with goodwill and comradeship.
There we dwelt for a fortnight,
and in leaving, we shed many a tear.
But, we said to our companions,
death not ends it.
We shall journey more into this beautiful nightmare,
as night arrives again.

"You have a choice my child,
either acknowledge me or I shall disown you."

Careful contemplation--
I wondered as to whether I could outwit Fate herself
And I chose not to, and exclaimed instead:

"The life which I was given
is but a weary journey across the worlds,
and I've yet to wish for something more.
If one day, I must join you for eternity,
then so be it.
But until then,
what am I but a child of the twilight.
I have not passed on the you,
and I was not born of you,
but I do not deny you.
You exist, and you are,
Just as I.

I have a life to live out.
you have not yet grasped my soul and taken my wisdom.
I am in my youth,
and my youth in me.
Now,
I wait here and grow older.
I am not agelessly eternal such as you.
You will get your time for me,
but I will never have my time for you."

Stricken by such ruthless utterance,
Fate simply stopped,
and time stopped.
The ebb and flow of time,
the eternal tide, stopped
And for a great second,
all was swallowed up into a dark cloud;
A murky haze of pure terror.
Then all was shot out like a spout of water,
into the night sky.
Pure fear struck down every soul
and millions fled,
but in vain.
Fate smilied at me,
and vanished.
Then in an instant,
everything seemed to return to its natural state and order,
everywhere things began again, anew.
All things be in they're place,
I awoke,
under an elm tree.

Confused by such activities I sought to question someone,
only to find myself near the great elm tree where I had dozed off.

"A dream! An illusion!
Oh what a cunning chimera you are Fate!
As beautiful and wicked as you are,
what are you but a mere dream?"

"You may not have me Fate!
You may not take my soul for your amusement!"

And as I rambled on under the old elm tree,
The stars above my head winked out one by one,
and Fate's cruel face could be see pallid and weak among the clouds.

Whispering--
to the trees,
to the rocks,
to the dirt and the grass,
to the lilies, roses, chrysanthemums,
to the earth herself,
to the great oceans,
and to the winds,
(but especially to the earth)
Fate declared:

"I am not finished sister!
The poor untimely souls who graze upon your soil,
who kill the sky, and the ocean and all they inhabit,
shall perish,
for it is as I must have it."

As death's muse decends upon me,
I hear from afar a maiden sing:

"Les marées du temps m'ont lavé à ceci rivage,
et j'ai appris que ma vie est passagère.
Ainsi, j'oublierai cet endroit,
et voyage aux étoiles."

As her dirge continues,
I slip further, into a coma.
I dreamt unrelenting nightmares.
Phantasms and strange beats,
inhibit our peace.
And from afar,
I can hear the maiden,
screaming in agony.
Not a song, no,
but a plea, a cry to the night.
The dawn had defiled her,
and she calls to the twilight for aide.

There is none to help her,
as dawn crushes all hopes.
A savior died around this time,
don't you agree?
And pure insanity which ravaged him,
has passed unto me.

As I wake out of these nightmares,
I see an illumination.
A million demons of war,
fall and fade fast.
In another eternity,
I see thousands dead,
and millions being born.
This sweet circle of nature,
which holds us fast everyday,
is a sight to behold.

I hear voices,
as images and visages fade away.
Voices of those I once knew,
and once forgot.
They all fade fast,
as I spiral into a darkness so cold,
that shadows cringe at the touch.

The reeds sway in the breeze on the plain,
o'er looking my grave.
I have seen this resurrection,
and I wish to deny it.

The muse decended upon me,
and to the grave I took its mystery--
Death.