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GOTHIC
This is the beginning of all I know.
Were in I shall tell nothing to you.
As in your mind you shall perceive
A light as though my words glow
Knowledge held in hands once you knew.
From birth I struggled to find
In my soul darker still shins
Not that I cared but knew of difference
That which you see in eyes blind
A truth of souls all mine.
From age yet born
I was cast aside in hopes of losing
To eyes of others scorn
What was seen as tattered and worn
A life of my own choosing.
Searching in all I saw
For something akin to my lie
Alone and cold in the world of normal
Ever aware by others words my flaw
Begging to heaven above to die.
In all this my only comfort
The gloom of night to wander
Free from words as weapons flung
In towns so blind
To grave side I blunder.
Still not knowing my true inner self
I sit and talk at length with the dead
Not knowing that I am alone
The shades on words put for holding on mental shelf
Still feeling in darkness embrace no dread.
So the black of cloth my skin to hide from taunting stairs
On wounding of strangers dismay
Stumbled hearts to music the soul understands
In clubs underground were those like me better fair
This now throbbing pulse my demise belayed.
Slow and steady like wreaths in the breeze moves
Black clad angles of despair all round sway
Each an island bending to strong winds of heart
Bumped and caressed the dance of souls sooths
Our life's all one here in the dark linked even beyond break of day.
From with out the city breaths and sighs
And our dance goes on inside the pulsing din
To ears sound the words of death our fallen friend
By Hands our own do we go to the garden of lies
Shattered for now the link of darker souls akin.
Now plays the dirge of mornings come
Those songs of praise the fallen son
We stand gathered among the dead as one
The words spoken of thoughts soon fading run
until now we return the pulsing din to feign darker fun.
Er'more than passes in silence pounding beat
Bereft will shattered the cold of deaths grip
And the warmth embraced communal souls trembling
One by one empties the floor for waiting seat
And cold wine drank by havocked sipping lips.
Long days come the going of sorrow
In time weighs slow the lose in heart worn
No end is seen by even the sages among us
Till rising of the sun bringing light for us to borrow
And his lose becomes our gain in memories never lost sworn.
And for so many thousands in this world so tiny
So far away and close by silver webs trembling
Our pain is bled out free to life new given
A simple gift of life was one taken so shinny
From his ashes fresh souls in the darkness assembling.
