Shore by the lake

Upon a midnight shore.

Blacken lake as far as he saw.

He stood there unmoved and staring at the distant void.

Atlas her name still brings me joy.

A joy of which I haven’t felt since I was a boy.

Nestled under wings of angels.

Dear I say it, I love her.

I love her with the intensity that would melt the sun.

Chase Hermes? For her I do it twice more.

What is a man to do without his queen?

I ask you gods.

I shower her with the love that was never seen from me before.

I wrote her a letter with the ink made of my blood.

Ripped my heart out and put it in the envelop and sent to her.

She hasn’t wrote back.

Explain why she hasn’t wrote back?

Do she prefer lies before fact?

Would she rather lie on satin sheets, bronze skin shining in the moonlight and wait for her maiden journey to ecstasy.

Does she prefer lust over love? I ask you gods.

Look at this love drunken man yelling in the sky knowing the gods do not have tongues.

A horrid scratching invades my ears.

I turn my head but nothing appears.

Silly me standing by a midnight shore, I lost my wits now I’m hearing noise.

Oh blacken lake if I allow you to take my soul.

Would you bring me closer to her if she knew if I was gone.

Gone on my own journey with a gold coin in my hand to the underworld.

Would she miss me? Would she finally write back?

A horrid scratching invades my ears.

By the gods Hades and Poseidon leave me alone!

I have lost love and now you wish to take my mind.

I stand firm so cast away your foul noise.

So I can enjoy the sounds of silence.

Oh fair boy, your are not a man you’re a boy.

Demon I call you by name and be gone.

Turn your head I shall appear and be gone I will not.

Swift twist of neck I seen a black bird with no neck.

Ghastly bird of Stan I tell you once more be gone.

Allow me to enjoy the sweet time I have on this shore.

You have clung to own your disillusion that this girl you speak of feels the same as you.

The shore you love where you first fell in love is nothing more than a memories.

In your hast to tell me to be gone you fail you realize I have something of yours.

Ebony wings, blacken eyes, white beak and a red ribbon hanging from the beak wrapped around a key.

A key? Idiotic fowl you waste my time.

Time you waste is your own doing.

You clung to the shore as if she would return but in actuality she has found another.

This is the place where she first called out my name.

And now she calls out another and this key is from her.

Her you say.

It for a chest on beaches of this blacken lake and she wishes that you take time to cast it to bottom of this cursed lake.

The chest contain memories of her that she wouldn’t want you to take.

Trapped in your own denial and her memories are something that you shouldn’t take.

Open the chest forever bonded to this lake.

Cast it to the bottom escape chains wrapped around you neck.

One grants you freedom and one snatches it from you.

I leave you now and this choice is yours to take.

But I never want to see you near this lake.

Ghasty bird fades to black.

Key in hand, do I escape this reoccurring memory?

In the form of a shore by the lake.