Dregs Of Me

•Ad Aspera Ad Astra•

It's hard to see the stars;
Or Mercury, Venus, Jupiter, and Mars;
When they're curtained by iron bars.

Yet he still holds onto hope;
That perhaps a telescope;
Will be lowered through the bars by rope;
So he can see the azure skies.

The iron shackles bind him tight;
But he wonders if he'd take flight;
If he pulls at the chains with all his might;
And leaps, and flies.

The closest thing to a childhood;
Are memories of corpses dripping with blood;
Crimson staining the floor of birch wood.

But if he scours his mind;
He remembers, and he finds;
Memories of a woman gentle and kind;
Memories of his mother.

Yes, if he thinks intently, very nearly;
He can see them, very clearly;
The ones he once loved very dearly;
His father, his sister, his brother.

But there's no escape from the iron rungs;
Chased no matter where he runs;
But then comes a woman with a smile bright as the sun;
And she shows him the way to the light.

She shatters the iron bars;
That curtain Jupiter, Venus, and Mars;
And he can finally, finally see the stars.
Shining and twinkling, impossibly bright.

The heavens have granted all his wishes;
And underneath the stars, they can be seen;
Silently exchanging infinite kisses;
The crownless king and queen.