A Pilgrim's Lament

by

In an empty and lonely midnight street

A phantom specter known as Shadow King

Drifted his soft essence into his brain

And whispered in his ear an eerie thing

Fear not said he fear not pray thee

Ancient shipwreck of ancient evening free

Dream love's illusions and yet illness be

From that sick and insipid ancient Eve

Who put her poor maker second to her need

To feel the dance with death thrusting deep

For a curious vanity she desired to see

In her dark nights within of thrusting deep

That could never satisfy or edifying be

Just the never that was never meant to be

Fear not this shadow king said to He

For once the universe was set in motion

I could not easily stop my ordained devotion

To search for that lost and ancient Eve

Burning to dance with death thrusting deep

A burning curious vanity of thrusting deep

So now fade into the lightness that is me

Melt into the nothing of me and be free

And be kissed by the lights of eternity

For I need the night in order to be light

So much in fact I would die for you alone

This is what the shadow king said to me

I will never create man in my image again

For Death O Pilgrim is the death of death

And life the knowledge of good and evil

Better the day of death than one's birth

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