The self-fulfilling prophecy : the twilight of the Gods...
Dedicated to...
I am an unapologetic poet's heart,
But, nevertheless, it seems not worthy enough,
As you play, else, when, yours, is, all, on me, Love art,
Half-part, in my shadow, so sensual, hot stuff...
Never, ever, you could have imagined your pain,
How, deep, will, keep, noisy, digging, inside, heart, soul,
You are torn, at the breaking point, but, you do feign,
Absurdly, playing, lovely ingenue role...
So, for the last straw of such vain inanity,
I am, fleeting away, our unspring love season,
Too silenced unbarrenness, and, unhearty :
All, in your twilight of the Gods Immolation...
Using my sword, Gram, to cut through anvil-Ego,
Because, whatever, i have tried, for saving you,
From Fafnir's claws, your Ego-dragon, i got blow,
Even, Odin, has, now, no more, advice or clue...
He has seen, although bleeding, your blue eyes dye black,
So, he starts, urging me, to push my way towards,
And, bathing, in the dragon's blood, which, does not lack,
For being, invulnerable, to your right chords...
He has, whispered me, your self-denial murder,
Your grasping life's misbirth, ongoing sterile prophecy,
And, that, i, drunk from your bitter cup, will be birder,
Gaining natural Bird's language ability...
Then, Birds, have told me, about your Ego,
One more, grimed, this time, as Sister Regina,
Also, corrupted by the Evil's ring, as full woe,
And, plotting, my death, in unheaded vendetta...
So, your roasting Fafnir's heart is self-consuming,
All resentful, and, all wholeheartedlessly,
So proud, in giving me it, to taste, as revenging :
It is, your wisdom's gift, unintentionally...
Lost fairy tale, but, self-fulfilling prophecy,
Error's reign is Ego's : false turned into truth,
Such so, strongly held belief, delusion unfree,
That, enough, ruled by, to fulfill, once-false sooth...
Then, absurdly, faithless leads to the spurned fate,
I let you, self-damning, and, as your lost Sigurd,
You are, in fact, sterile by will, not by innate,
You have left, divine counterpart, to be engird.
Facing Real Love is hard, as purest mirror,
All : very essence, weaknesses, start reflecting,
But, to flee soulmate, is, untheistic error,
Just, self-denial, and, self-away, deliquescing...
Self-crippling, self-fragmenting, away from self-source,
As so, no way home, but, endless, sinful ride,
Ego, unbeatific North, is self-divorce,
I quit, here, my Valkyrie, so unlovely, died...
Tenebrio, June 5, 2015 at 11:35 P.M...
