\"I am Death, the Almighty\'s most beloved—every mortal surrenders to me after controlling the little that the Almighty blesses every mortal with! But ye lovers espoused by the Supreme! I see the tranquillity of thy love. Despite surrendering to me, thy love still longs for the mortal left behind...\"
How are you in Heaven\'s keep?
Do stars comfort you and your plight?
Do angels sing lullabies, soft and deep,
Just like how I did every night?
With pain and trembling hands
I write this hoping to reach your land.
In silence, I dwell since you\'ve gone
A void where our happiness grew
Now wretched days stretch ever on,
Still, I wake up every day longing for you.
But you are naught but a futile shade
Providing coolness, time will indeed invade.
Are Heavens aware of the grace you claim?
Can you roam there free and explore?
Are the brutish souls easy to tame,
Scarred by the memories of lives before?
You were dearest for my life to keep,
A dream that faded before my sleep.
Your name beautifies Twilight\'s glow.
Which I live to feel over my tongue.
As those memories oft achingly go
Where our vows were once sung
If peace is yours beyond this sky,
Then hush my grief, yet linger nigh.
O Love, hush words on winds unseen
whispering the breeze upon my face
Let calm descend with a silver sheen,
Like raindrops kiss adding quiet grace.
And I shall guard it, defying eternity,
Until that time, I shall return to thee.
“So he writes. He writes to the dead, with trembling fingers stained by grief,” Ha! “How quaint, how tragically sweet.” He comforts me like wine aged in despair. “I must admit, I\'m captivated!” But he thinks he resists.
They don’t see… none of them do… that I am simply not an end There is a reason I am the heart and shadow of every embrace. I have been watching for decades “Oh hey, let’s vow our love during the stars. What a dumb idea, it’s bound to be trapped.” Bolt your dreams, good old. It\'s on the sand that I have been waiting to wash away.
“Love, waiting, heaven” That\'s a sorry excuse for a love. \"I have seen decay and time, oh god can they beg for more minutes and caresses, so miserable.”
Now let him rot in his mourning. Oh, led in fake hope! As if change is clumped in sorrow, that’s Magic. For all my spells and heart digs, I\'m still unmoving. Unrelenting. Unforgiving.
I have split kings from crowns, mothers from babies, soulmates from souls— and for what purpose? To see them continue to feign their affection makes them unique? That they are in some way immune?”
The Cloak of the Night doth glisten
like her imperfectly perfect grace
Adjuring the Moon and the stars to listen
A tale of woe that I’m set to trace.
Among those known acquaintance
I searched her, for what life brought
Longing for her beauteous countenance;
The Damsel of my dreams, well-wrought.
But what I saw is what I dared to say.
She had chosen Heaven for her morrow
That this good time must end one day
For me to embrace the sorrow.
Tears commix with my steps as I return
With scars of agony and hope on my heart
Alas! Still, my heart does childishly yearn
To see a glimpse of the beauty of her art.
The night, like the beauty of her flowing hair,
whose face is oblivious to my heart\'s extent.
In the realm of distance, I return in despair
Seeing moonbroch over my radiant crescent.
“Another one. Another soul plucked from the world, just as all the rest before thee. I grow weary of the wailing, the begging, the desperate clawing at life. It is useless! They all come to me in the end. Kings, beggars, lovers, liars—it matters not. They kneel. They break. They surrender. They become nothing. What dost thou hope for? Mercy? There is none! Just as I have thee, I shall have them all!
Let him weep! Let him scream my name in hatred. It amuses me. But it changes nothing. He will come to me, whether he wishes it or not. And when he does, I shall take him just as I have taken thee—without pity, without hesitation, without a second thought. There is no escape. There is no bargaining. There is no mercy! There is only me!”
There’s you; in the heavens above
Gazing at the pearls of our love
You linger there in the Heavenly glow
Which angels gaze while walking slow
With stars like lanterns veiled in mist
They observe that your lips ne\'er kissed.
Upon the heaven\'s gilded parapet
She cries at the vow she\'d once set
With hands, now pale, softly trace
bethinking of their bygone grace
Feeling once again my whispered plea
Like a waltz of longing to roam free.
Beauty dwells beneath her feet
Longing for the Aphrodite to greet
Yet I, her earthly love stand still
By autumn\'s grove and winter\'s hill.
My heart, in her grave, mincing in ache
Seeking solace nobody could make.
Melodious tunes that I can hear
Are sung by you, both sweet and sheer
\"O! Let the heavens tear in two for me
To get a glance of her, I long to see!\"
I think that heaven is yet to tame
As it doesn\'t allow her love to claim.
I often, with my enfeebled tread
Pass by her house where love once led
By the roses that have lost their red
Fragrance that disappeared unsaid
And the shades that have grown dim
As everything carries her name to him.
She kneels with her head bowed low
And stares at me in total sorrow.
\"Let him feel my love, my kiss
Bind his heart to mine in this abyss
Though these stars light my way
I want to get back to my earthly clay.\"
The Angels are seldom so austere
As they see her sorrow year after year
But Heaven, though just and true
Denies such dreams, we ever knew.
Still, she prays to defy her fate
with a heart and a love not to abate.
And I, beneath the twilight\'s sheen,
I still long for my bygone Queen
Turning my gaze upon Heaven\'s crest
Where a star burns brighter than the rest
In my love, seeking my solace and care
As though her soul is attached there.
\"Call me Home, dear!\" she cries at last
\"To the place where love is not my past
Though I dwell in Heaven\'s embrace
It is less heavenly than his face
What joy can paradise give me
If my love is on the Earth as I see?\"
Thus, in the veil of Time\'s cruel art
We die every day apart and apart
Heavens, though wide and kind
Fail to console her aching mind.
For love, though death may intervene,
Dwells in eternity, though unseen.
“He talks about Heaven, how joyous reunions will be and how it is something to look forward to. What a fool! It’s a wonderful thing for him to wait—wait till he rots in death, till the seasons laugh at his yearning. For all his letters and painful poems, I stand unmoved. Permanently. Unyielding. Merciless.
What did I accomplish by cleaving kings from crowns, mothers from dear children, and soulmates from each other? To only witness their fulfilled fantasies pretending to be superior claims, stupendous love?
Hear me now, dreadful bards! Even if your heart spills ink and agony, your existence is entirely locked in quiet. It is up to my discretion when you get to return to her and not a moment earlier. If it’s determined that your punishment is separated by stars and stones for eternity, then who cares?
Let this serve you well as you roam in your womb of dust beneath a mortal moon wanting her: your tears have no control over my strikes. Your pain bursts open my jubilation.
I am Death, and I will always win.”