Songs for Eurydice

Songs of Madness #1: the Swan's Madness

There's a shadow cast upon me,

A shadow that boils and twists, shines,

Raging when you meet her in the streets.

A shivering figure from a different age,

Remnants of a hope that still can't be.

Something both of us see, yet no one accepts,

A continuous muttering we're deaf to.

'Just live and pass on, don't be sad.

There's nothing wrong, have no regrets'

Or at least that's what they said.

Oh, do not ask 'Who's that?',

There's no need for such a question.

I'm sure you know.

Let us go and make our visit.

And will a lotus blossom for a crying swan,

For a beautiful song that can't let him live on?

A visit, just you and me, like it was meant to be,

Making our way through unknown streets

Of fragile dreams and umbral pits,

That follow up and down, in and out,

In a strange yet charming way of being,

The only signs of our restless nights.

For I know there should be an answering

To this constant unease,

That can't help but straining, chaining, choking

Any life in the will.

And yet there will be time, there will be plenty,

But that's something I refuse to believe.

So I spend my days laying on this bed

Made of forgotten memories and dreams naïve,

My head opened and read,

A book facing the sky.

And will a lotus blossom for a crying swan,

For a beautiful song that can't let him live on?

And now the brain's exposed, shy

When it tries not to show its little flaws.

Do not bother asking why,

It's strange that way. But under his claws