Scarecrows peer at the anomaly
To find peace devoid of malady,
And the melody sets darkness to flame,
Prolonged wars besieged with rain,
For fiery struggles prophets to win,
For battles soothsayers lose to disdain,
For odes for tired minds to sing,
For locked horns to spiral and spin,
For losses shall occur again,
So when awakened could begin again.
Lost is the will to live.
What despair immortality to give?
Terrors of the anxious hearts grieve
The place of resting peace,
Which never could be.
Here lies doomed beneath the clouds
In the lonely room we found,
That brought for you eternal bloom
That makes for me the perfect tomb,
For days and seasons pass in vain,
Without you this heart is feign.
Your memory makes me not spare.
The aches of separation, and despair.
Fear is pale, and journeys end.
Desires are silenced, and now I am low again
With sickness, and with suffering,
Emptiness will grow,
Loveless letters too remain,
The soul of nature too deranged.
In life shall remain unchanged
This you, this me, that we regained
But lost the realm of Shangri-La
Not never, but in anastasia.
