I never knew the rising sun,
or kissed the stars that smiled down;
or dreamt an angel's serenade
to lift these wounds away from flesh.
I dreamt instead of faceless nights;
the planet melting, dust to dust.
So kiss now sweetly, clouds of dust;
obliterate the waves of sun,
transform the days to glacial nights;
the star-field quickly falling down.
Now bid farewell the planet's flesh;
the flames will sweetly serenade.
How softly does he serenade;
oh Lucifer, the king of dust,
the Fallen who would eat my flesh.
Listen now -- the rising sun!
Perhaps the Christ is not thrown down,
as witnessed by unholy nights.
I will no longer love the nights,
nor witness fallen serenades;
the world is falling down!?
I patiently embrace my dust;
behold Him standing in the sun!
Farewell now to this flesh.
Yea, you would have me love this flesh
and bind my body to the night.
My heart is sworn to the sun,
throw away the fey serenade!
My body may be made of dust,
but know -- my heart is not pinned down!
So when the stars fall down
and burn away my flesh,
and break my bones to bitter dust;
know this -- thou fey, unholy knights:
you may withhold your serenade,
I belong to the sun!
Come ye down, unblessed nights,
and tempt my flesh. Thy serenade
is dust. I live the sun!
--
For Becca
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