Bila Retak Kota Hati: Part II - Loss

SYREN QUEEN

Come! Come! Let us away! Let us away, my love......

In the midst of a ruined citadel, of crumbled stones of jasper,
And cobblestones of burnished silver,
Now dull, stricken with eerie grey.
Star-spangled banners, all rags, flapping,
Careless dancing to the moon awakening.

Perched he on a jagged crag,
In this city, lifeless, a skeleton hag,

Defeated he, the King of his Citadel,

Frozen, cold, draught-ridden,
Drawn by despair, enticed by deception,
Eyes whitewashed in the cold dryness of the full moon.
And yet in his silent grief,
A ghostly voice torments him,
Through the windy gust between empty streets:

"Come! Come! Let us away! Let us away my love".

And he continued his eternal vigil,
when doth his senses perceiveth,
out of the velvet darkness,
cometh forth a maiden,
of Angelic night,
dark magnificence her starlet eyes glow.

The Syren Queen whispers,
beckoning to him:

"Come! Come! Let us away! Let us away my love!"
That Syren's clarion doth beseech him.

She holds forth her right hand,
wings shoot forth in golden bands,
dark chocolate lips, lusty countenance,
tresses flowing in dark night strands,
carressing his stone heart's forsaken lands,
of dried up anger and bone-dry sands.

The empty dance of jealousy and rage,
becomes an epic of love and passionate grace.

And the ethereal choir of syrens sing:
"Come! Come! Let us away! Let us away, my love......"

Her tears doth drip royal crimson red,
her hands purpled with sorrow,
touched his and said: "Lets be gone by the morrow!"

Lo! Mine heart and yours are ripped in twain,
One half stolen, we surrendered in vain.

Quoth he: "tis the other half that we love tomorrow,
'Without it, only loneliness and endless sorrow'
Forsooth it were unworthy of me,
to have my half united to thee!

Her cheeks blushed crimson,
Her hand clasped his,

"Do thou takest me as thy servant handmaiden, that I may love tomorrow and suffer no pain nor sorrow."

And he lead her past crumbled stones of jasper,
through cobblestones of burnished silver,
Now dull, stricken with eerie grey.

Star-spangled banners, all rags, flapping,
Careless dancing to the moon awakening,
To the heart of the city upon reaching,
Before his hearts throne, before her,
Kneeling.

"Thou wilt not my servant be, for behold, yonder seat lieth vacant for thee!"
I, unworthy creature, implore,
To be my queen forevermore!
Be my sadness and my mirth,
Be my flesh and I'll savour the hurt,
Of being thy slave for Your Majesty.

She spoke not word, but bade me rise,
And drew close to me with soft fiery eyes,
"Then reign with me, I so desire thee!

Ah! Sweet violence! wrapped in a black mantle,
Two shards melt, impaling another,

Till mercilessly he had pounded and woven his half around her.

And the sultry moaning and sighing is mingled,
among crumbled stones of jasper,
Echo through cobblestones of burnished silver.

My Queen doth whisper:
"Come! Come! Let us away! Let us away, my love....."