Twilight’s tears pelt against the panes of my eyes.

For you I weep on this eve my love,
listening to the sound of London rain.

The pouring,
streaming sleet outside,
dances in concert with my own rivers of sorrow.

It was said when somebody knows you,
there is no comfort like that,
well you know me best,
and losing you is no comfort at all.

Then it was said when somebody needs you,
there is no drug like that,
well I need you now,
need you to take away my pain.

The night’s gale sings as she hears our tale,
the tale that has made us both cry,
the tale of our lives.

Yes this evenfall shall be the darkest of all,
yet in that lonely solitude the rain’s rhythm intones what my soul feels…

Nothing heals me like you do.

I swallow the sorrow,
and borrow a smile,
to make it through each day,
but decay has eroded my soul,
leaving a lifeless shell,
which fell to the void,
passing through the motions,
the oceans of life,
toward the valley of death,
my breath suffocates
rapt  ‘neath this guise,
my lies become my truth,
can you see my tear,
or hear my moan,
they signal the end,
my friend hark my words,
this eve shall be my last,
the past has come to play,
so for my final cry,
a goodbye is nigh.

Eternal sleep,
release me from my mortal coil,
close my eyes,
and let fore’er wash me away.

I am so tired,
of all my suffering,
I want to shed out all vestige of my humanity,
I need to make it through this day.

Tho’ I know I wont,
for my soul shall be claimed by my ain hand,
and the wretched excuse that is my existence,
shall be ne’ermore as my body lay.

Late last eve,
my daughter came to me,
for the first time in ever it seems,
asking for a tale,
woven with the fabric of her youth.

It had been since those nights,
so many years ago in fact,
when I was last asked,
to complete such a task,
that I was unsure if such yarns were still within.

At first I stammered,
as I so oft do when taken aback,
but then she closed her eyes,
pulled the blanket to her chin,
and with a whisper asked, please.

I closed my eyes as she did,
then took a breath deep,
and lost myself  in the past,
searching for the days when passion flowed,
before my own muse died.

I thought of love lost,
and love never swooned,
I thought of the fears I let win,
the chances I never took,
and then I thought of you.

    Once upon a time,
    in a land far and away,
    was a beast dark and tall,
    with a sorrow so large in his heart,
    he despised each breath,
    taken every single day.

    For trapped he was,
    in a chamber of lies,
    living a life so hated,
    death would be welcome,
    save for the love he felt,
    when gazing into his daughter’s eyes.

    Til that one day,
    when as all thing do,
    life changed in blink,
    for beauty came,
   with a smile so bright,
   and a soul so true.

 The beast at first,
 noticed not the love within,
 blanketed only in his pain,
 so at first time passed,
 wasted moments,
 filled with hurt and sin.

 Tho’ beauty still,
 never lost hope,
 for she could look deep within the beast,
 and see what others could not,
 a heart longing to be loved,
 but bound by strife and rope.

 So patient she was,
 as she took his hand,
 and taught him how to love once more,
 filling the void of his darkness,
 stoking the fires of his life,
 each moment was grand.

 But beast was,
 as he was,
 not by curse or birth,
 but cause of his own,
 living in fear,
 doing what he does.

 Hardly any way to be,
 it changed him so,
 from the inside out,
 to the beast I speak of now,
 til that day that came,
 when he gave beauty the blow.

 Not of fist or foot,
 but a pain so much worse,
 for he told beauty on that day,
 that tho’ he cherished her,
 their love could never be,
 by fault of his curse.

 Beauty did not understand,
 nor did she care,
 for patience she had,
 and in her heart she knew,
 that if beast would just allow it,
 nothing would ever compare.

 But the beast was scared,
 and lost in his own sorrow,
 that he turned away,
 and left beauty in tears,
 as he begged her to go,
 and not be there tomorrow.

 So left she did,
 against her own will,
 and beast soon died,
 alone in life,
 because time passed,
 and his world became cold and still.

 For daughters grow up,
 and soon move on their own,
 and with beauty gone,
 the beast wept and cried,
 with regret in his heart,
 and his soul all alone.

Upon completing the tale,
my daughter was long asleep,
peaceful and serene,
happy just to hear my voice,
unknowing of my pain within.

So I slowly rose,
and wiped the tears from my eyes,
and promised that in my coming days,
I would find the love I missed,
that I would find you.

Whether it be in life,
or in death,
never again shall I let a moment pass,
or a breath wasted,
without you by my side.

Regret is the mistress I never longed for,
though she is the one I lie with now,
while you my nightingale,
with your Wilde rose in tow,
are all I ever wanted.

So hear my words,
as I shout to the world,
with me you’ll be evermore,
I’m just so sorry,
it has taken this long.

In this moment,
my heart is weak,
why is it hard to say,
what we both want to speak,
an ocean of fear,
a breath and a tear,
a beautiful thing,
life could be,
if I would ever know,
the familiar stranger,
so far away…

Darkened room you lie,
through the veil I watch you.

Breathing soft and harmonious,
I count each swing of your pendulum.

Warmth radiates from your soul,
blanketing my own cold body.

Scent and hair lay soft ‘pon thy pillow,
entrap my heart this eve.

You sleep whilst I weep,
knowing this moment will soon end.

Hours pass by as seconds,
dripping sand into our eyes.

‘Morrow’s morn you shall rise
and I shall be alone once more.

Sleep this night through my love,
for my gaze is fixed ‘pon you.

My soul is trapped in this darkness alone,
claimed merely a breath ‘pon being due.

The night mare led the carriage of my damnation,
long ‘fore my nous could prepare,
offering no chance for my ain redemption.

Eternal pain I bear,
the skin of my sin.

Can one feel sorrow,
for I so frail,
I of no wickedness?

Innocence I swear as all fiends do,
tho’ purity is a vestige currently lost to me.

Now the Tempter holds my fate,
ne’ermore to be free,
by cause of quill and blood.

Had I known better,
not to trust his serpent’s tongue?

This soul I offered as barter,
for my summer of a thousand dreams,
dreams shared with you.

O’ love is it true,
can you hear the cries of my anguish?

The suffering I can survive,
but it is the thought of you knowing the fee,
which offers true torment e’erlasting.

Tho’ as love is my sin,
I find refuge that shalln’t e’er be purloined.

For the Tempter may lay claim to my soul,
but can ne’er pillage
the gift of my summer with you.

“O’ brother where art thou?”
a line of mirth true,
tho’ my pain is known by so few.
Can you hear me now?
Its been fore’er and a night more since I have talked with you.

Are you with me?
They say you are,
yet you feel so far,
lost memories I nearly can no longer see,
the wound of your death leaving this deepest scar.

When you were here we cried together,
but now I simply cry on my own,
surviving the added pain I am glad you had ne’er known,
for while you walk through the nether,
I walk this world alone.

To share your fate,
to steal your end,
my soul I would spend,
so my pain would abate
and my wounds mend.

For you once wrote of time,
and how it cures all,
yet it has not tamed the tempest of my torment’s squall.
And since to join you would be sin’s crime,
I must suffer for the long haul.

Since you have been gone,
I have tried to live as you would want,
tho’ fumbling through life as if an idiot savant.
And tho’ I try to welcome each new dawn,
in my nights your vestige still haunts.

So I call to you on this eve,
come visit me once more.
So we can speak of times of yore.
Because to this day for you I still grieve,
as you o’ brother I shall foe’er adore.

Here I stand so still, lost of all my will,
trapped within this self I have longed to flee,
fact to Death I oft begged- ‘please come for me’,
but with pleas ignored, I drew my ain sword,
and with steel to self I since came to be.

Tho’ where fable starts, is with broken hearts,
for when I lost my truest love so dear,
my soul tore and from the wound came a tear,
which grew to a lake, a sign of my ache,
e’erlasting pain that was so severe.

Oh I weep and swoon, her end came too soon,
and tho’ I do not care to accept it,
for sake of solace with self I submit,
her death I did cause, I say without pause,
’twas accident- the crime I did commit.

With love impassioned, our pain was rationed,
primal lust without a regard for sin,
’til one twilight’s eve when I bit her skin,
not due to hunger, or to stay younger,
but to savour her taste when deep within.

An act done prior, ne’er ‘for dire,
tho’ this time my sharpened kiss was misplaced,
as crimson life ‘pon my lips I could taste,
flowing from her neck, lesion not in check,
it streamed heavily- pooling at her waist.

She gazed ‘pon my eyes, with her silent cries,
signaling her love as sorrow consumed,
I knew then quickly that her fate was doomed,
brought ‘pon by my act, no chance to react,
in that moment this current fate now loomed.

As most cravens would, I left home for good,
unable to face wrath for my actions,
with grief I fled- searching for distractions,
and as time passed on, I became withdrawn,
void of nearly all real interactions.

Now lost in despair, I whispered a prayer,
but my words went as silent as her last,
and I found no true comfort as time passed,
only my ain pain, became my new bane,
forging fires to end it all- alas.

I moved with blade free, down to bended knee,
and pierced my neck as I did ‘pon my muse,
but what came next served only to confuse,
for tho’ I so tried, my soul ne’er died,
my fate was ‘stead all part of Tempter’s ruse.

Yes it is all true, my payment came due,
He banished me when I took my ain life,
as Tempter claimed me whilst among the strife,
now I am to walk, ne’ermore to talk,
to my love- my muse I longed to call wife.

So now here I stand, not as how I planned,
betwixt Heaven and Hell is now my jail,
ne’er to die- tho’ my body is frail,
listen to my curse, through these words of verse,
or you too will be caught behind the Veil.

Keep in thought this moment of breath,
And remember this eve, Countrymen, my brothers I implore,
For morrow’s dawn shall offer freedom or death,
As on this eve’s twilight, all shall hear Glory’s roar.

Together we stand from shore to shore,
United by the threads of Her cause,
And I call to you as in times of yore,
When our fathers’ fathers did so without pause.

Her red is in the blood of our laws,
And Her white is in the sweat born of our fight,
Her blue is in the tears of our flaws,
And the beacon of Her liberty shall shine e’er bright.

Tonight these words I do recite,
To remember those fallen who have answered the call,
And now I offer this invite,
For each of us to follow, a nation together, one and all.

It is time for us to stand tall,
And take back this country we hold dear,
To pick up Old Glory if she should fall,
To defend our democracy without fear.

Careful not to spoil Her character with violence or tear,
But ‘stead to offer a symbol of hope for all to see, no matter how far,
For if our actions are sincere,
Our truth and liberty shall burn as bright as a shining star.

So I ask you tonight no matter where you are,
To light the wick of freedom’s flame,
To heal the rifts that caused wound and scar,
And let it burn through the night in Glory’s name.

For under her cloth we are all one in the same,
And the fires of our freedom shall light the way,
And the world ‘round shall hear all America proclaim,
‘Neath Old Glory, our strength and verve shall ne’er sway.