THE EYES OF YORE
Ever star-stricken, eyes of yore
I've fallen to, I've fallen for.
By every eidolonic pleasure,
Upon each diamond cast, a treasure.
With a longing in the lolling
Of a voice forever calling.
From far heaven's filmy tresses,
Or the grave's silk-spun caresses.
Sorrows manifest to breathing
Beneath the heart, worms in writhing.
Independence carving sadness
On the mind who meets such madness.
Luminous Love, forever tinged
By golden radiance infringed.
The devil's blackness on the sky,
Ever dissevers life from lie.
By visage strewn dark, appalling,
A star relinquished to falling;
Never missed amidst the ashes,
By Gods unseen, to earth crashes.
Humanity, ever unshaken
By the wave of the forsaken.
Rides the tide of dawning Death
Unto the mist of baby's breath.
To stand alone, to stand if ever
Within the eye of Fate, but never
By Virtue's gaily-jeweled folly,
Wakes the wraith of Melancholy.
Flitting wings above the banner,
In stately stoned, marbled manner.
Ebony orbs scouring the floor,
Sightlessly staring evermore.
"But dreams of those who dream as I
Aspirinly are damned and die."
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 03-03-2000).]