writing Fear Turned Freedom

[KakeiTheWolf 652]

I somewhat realized the error of putting all of my poems up at once, so I decided on just putting them up one by one over time. I've got a bunch, so it should take a while.

 

This one is called Fear Turned Freedom. It is the life story of a man who lived in an eternal state of misery and anguish, until a moment came in his life where he found grace and a better world. More or less, I suck at summaries, so here it is. And don't ask who Amber is, it is a very long story.

 

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I. Fear turned Freedom

 

Listen to me, our time grows weak, let me pour my heart out to thee

Take a deep breath and plunge into the waters of my wellspring, my soul

What shalt happen when I die? Shalt you be taken from me?

This pain, I fear like death, for nothing could fill that void, that hole

 

True, I lie in thy embrace, and feel no cold as you hold me tight

But a mortal shadow I be, I can not last past century, let alone forev'r

I'm scared, please let not go this memory, if I never open my eyes after one fatal night

I shalt go, pass not to be a revenant, O death doth be so very cruel and clever

 

Timeless tale and chronicle be, that in this wreck, this blazing weather

My soul never cold so be, yet kind saints doth speak of a heaven

Cry when the time comes right, saught by doctor clad in leather

As my glass razed to naught, pass doth mine own hour eleven

 

So let all life see, that devoid that jewel we called Æther

That I be damned in Hell and bound in chain of hurtful metal

If no heaven be, and I am torn from thee, no thing was forev'r

Why could God ne'er see? I just want no pain, but thee, my rose petal

 

Speak so sweet to me, hold me as I feel the gnashing thunder level

Doth pain gnaw at mine feet, but only in thee can true life be

So how can Heaven, great thing, be? Naught, unless thee there, could I revel

Nothing could make me happy, naught but thou art what let me breathe

 

Hour come, I take thee in mine wings, thou art mine own gale of flight

Mist, torrent, rain, and miasma I will see, if thou art to leave me

O sick torture, could only Hell be! That seen wise thou art taken in this night

Ne'er so damned could one be, deprived of thine beauty for all eternity!

 

Why should death do us part, Amber, sweet, when I be the called of the razor?

Thou art a heavenly angel here, and how hate be that it raze thee, an innocent!

Lord, take me if that be thy plan, but I shalt beg a thousand aeons, let thy mercy save her!

I will pay for mine sins, let this angel be, please, for she hath naught to repent!

 

Nothing felt, in years, but autumn leaves, as I stand in this strange heaven

Lookst I, and I, bitter, weep, for my sweet love not there, surely had die

How could I enjoy this gift, if all worth being for was now forev'r taken?

As burning tears roll off mine cheek, I say, not a Heaven, but in a Hell, I be

 

As I cried, taken was my hand, and stood I was, ne'er more thank I, thee, O God of love

For I doth open mine eyes, to see her smiling! Amber, O angel thee, ne'er again be us torn be!

I kiss thee, as I thank God true, safely here, doth thee like Noah's lone dove

Thousands of things could I say, but now all I shalt do is love thee, for I am free!

 

And so, needless were volumes, that we wrote so clear what we would say

I share thee my deepest heart, trust I thee, my precious lifeblood doth thou be

O, still thine lips, as doth thine head lie on my breast, sweet angel asleep on this fine day

Now so clearly I can see, that only Heaven could there be, if you are there forev'r, with me