Love for the Drunkard's Devil

It's getting closer and closer.
Like the golden sunshine after a dreary morning's dew.
Closer... Closer... it's almost here.

It's here! It's here!
I see it! It's right here!
Blessed be to my eternal companion Cassiel!
Now dear friend, you should know it's time you speak up and pay your dues.
Because you've kept me company all these years and torn me through and through.

You've brought me here, divine brother.
You've shown me everything I need to see.
If you want my opinion, I've never cared for any of it.
I can see it - now hand it over.
Wrest these cold hard chains from my withered wrists, damning soul.

I've not been given a moment of peace without you over my shoulder.
Dear lover Cassiel, won't you let me see an end by my own that I so longingly desire?
Or will you keep me here, alone and away from a crystal means to sate my hunger?


You wretched, impudent fool, hideous Cassiel.
You know I shouldn't be forced to abstain the glass.
Don't have me wait any longer.

You've stayed me my crown far too long.
I wouldn't have died without a soul by my side if it weren't for you.
I can become King of the World once again, and all you need to do is free me from these shackles and let me take the crown upon my head once again.

You are he who understands the sorrow of tears, the miserable agony of abstinence, and he who has orchestrated my fall from greatness.
Have you no shame or empathy, my impertinent shadow?

You, the shadow whom encompasses my spectre and draws from my spirits, has me watching in the background, eyes brim with haze. I see here in somber obscurity the maddening splendor of these successful souls that I once held with such strong and shallow fortune, sitting at the throne atop it all.

I see these squandering vermin forsake me upon a most majestic and luxurious status of living. None among them though, has followed me for my grave, where I lay in woe from a wicked blunder. I resent those warm bodies full of life, still masterfully conducting the life I had lived without waver.

I resent them, and I remorse myself - perhaps I do so for my own errors and wrongdoings. Not just that the crystal chalice enticed me to near insanity, but also that I happen to hark and hurt for its affection once again.

Perhaps I should keep myself from it though, after all.
My true lover, my comfort.
That which has caused me such pain and persecution and yet so much comfortable relief.
Though it's not quite here yet. I cannot decide whether to embrace it once again or leave it be for my own good.
Please help save me from this tiresome devil that loves me so, my angel Cassiel.

It's getting closer and closer.
Like the golden sunshine after a dreary morning's dew.
Closer... Closer... it's almost here.