within a sleeping forest

once taken by the river

orpheus died in my arms. his heart

ancient and equal to this fallen empty world

fades away in the golden truth of all his earthly joy. he is dull dead. he was drowned there. in my hands his fate. he coldly died. voyage well across the sky my friend. my pain floats down your river to a waterfall. and in this light

hearing cries i look up at you. your beauty and form appear as great wonders. awful and yet beautiful to my hopeless weary eyes. his face

still now

it rests in cold hands and colder heart. as i sat and shivered comfortless in this lonely barren land. in a sullen wood

some years ago

he played a song i didn't know. the trees knew me and knew him more. whispered our names into their lore. sing a song of joy with effortless breath. i wrote the words to his death. so on that day

near the glen

my ink drew up his secret end. a kiss

your gift to give away so freely. a gentle suffering thing you were. so steep they fell

my tears to your lips. and that night will be forever. and at night we live forever. and i drew her near to me and away from him. sin is the root of all sorrow

so look upon

my well is dry. don't run my lady. now please be mine. come on my lover

you didn't even try!