GreySkyDarjeeling

There are some places they say you can see galaxies Though we see only a milky night Only the golden tint of streetlamps Alight in an obscuring haze From behind the highway walls a dull glow rose Painting the sky with maroon and dust I looked up one night, But instead of diamonds I saw only grey I beheld the radio towers and the human pride of skyscrapers I witnessed the distant flicker of headlights Drowning out the darkness And we were blinded, and could not see the stars.

roses burst into bloom at his presence smiling warmly without a care my breath is taken away, ripped from my lungs as his eyes meet mine son of love incarnate, divine, unreachable his star-white wings brush my skin but i turn and no one is there a gift of silken flowers smelling of ambrosia and bitterness withering within a week reddened cheeks and kisses breath warm and desperate hands seeking the other's skin without any meaning. lysimeles, kallistos, lover mine and entirely unfeeling. deep in my heart, o cursed thing, the truth of his love is known to me i am inconsequential entertainment until the next one comes but my foolish soul cannot help but be drawn to his gaze though i know that nothing but pain awaits.

The wind sings its despairing tune And I cover my face in shame Below me, I see the corpses of my fears Hands tinged with ichor and red the same i seem to hear it all A bell ringing, a brother's lament, and I cry! Sing, sun-stag, weep for your people Their gold-tipped fields are burning Marble is crumbling 'neath the gaze of the sun and the season's rage is turning. Lift up your hands! Sing, I tell you, of white chrysanthemums and wine-dark seas tainted with blood The leaves are falling now, have you noticed? Golden flickers swept to the ground Then away by cruel winds Yet gentle and mourning A forgotten age flashes by, fearful and trembling Calm yourselves, my people, thy fear is my burden Worry not, o travelers, the fields remain feathered and fallow both The way to the sea is still open Starry sands rustle and hiss but I? I am shattered and hidden Broken glass from sandy stars Twisted gold and splintered wings Forgotten, useless, the chosen, frightened, a murderer! I am Aetheras, king of the western sun And I command thee: hear my song, heed my whisper… that no more may you suffer… and that I may atone for my sins.