Beautiful Depression: A Sad Fancy
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Beautiful Depression: A Sad Fancy *-Meesha Kaw |
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I kneel beside the deathbed
The deathbed of whom I treasure Sweat sparkles upon his gaunt face The crimson of his lips gone Once there was life in those eyes And now nothing is left, but merciless shock The good days are nevermore Outside the trees are burnt with sorrow Leaves of all sorts__reds to oranges to yellows, dispersed The ebony sky mourns for what is to come Creating a tempest with loud cries for my beloved one I carefully wipe the dew upon his grim brow Oh! What past sins is he paying for now? The good days are nevermore His chest rises greatly with distress As his eyes close gently, begging for the saintly rest Oh! He cannot leave me here; I am your maiden fair Take me with you; I am your maiden fair Do not let go of my hands, this I dare Together we shall cross this line, to infinity The good days are nevermore To the world of ghosts and enigmatic terror, we will go The full moon will shine and the fowl demons of darkness will growl As they lower our souls in the core of the earth I will be bequeathed blessed death Blood will mark our love A seal of ashes that will never be forgotten The good days are nevermore It has been days since no one has lain in… The bed of silence, unbroken The white sheets, now yellow, carry emptiness He will come back, I know For me, the prince of my dreams Come back, come back The good days are nevermore And then I shall see this place called heaven Unless destined by my morals to be somewhere else I will encounter the Great God Ask Him a lot, I will ask Him much Why o why did he break my beloved’s heart? Why o why are we miserably apart? The good days are nevermore Oh! Well! He will come back for me People are gossiping and calling me insane But soon I will enter the immortal world And make them repent in their dreams Haunt them; I tell you, haunt them… I will The good days are nevermore Names will not cause me pain Gossip will not kill my strength I pity these narrow-minded mortals Our love will not have a finite end I will see him, touch him, and feel him I will breathe within him Again and again, in the world beyond The good days are nevermore Oh! I hear the raven cry Repeatedly I sigh, a doubting sigh When will this distance end? When will I be in his arms again? Have I been living a lie? Call my name, take me away But the raven flies away without me Into the heavenly sky… Nevermore! |
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Meesha Kaw |
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