A Prayer To Chronos

 

She stands amidst the dust and the mist

prays, hear me, father of sorrow and bliss

I’ve waited, waited, can’t count the hours

I’ve bled for stones that bore red flowers.

 

Gave youth and kiss to time’s black glove

forsook the hand that promised love

raised sword to veil and cowl alike

I’ve waited, waited, through the night.

 

Kept hidden secrets of the heart

let storm and rain tear dreams apart

sought faces in the shadow’s fair

made empty rooms a lover’s lair.

 

I watched life wilt, fall like a star

to earth so dry, all hope loomed far

swore oaths to angels, vows and lies

but time passed slowly chained by sight.

 

Oh, hear me, father of sorrow and bliss

I’ve naught else to promise, naught else to give

I beseech thee, let Thanatos kiss my brow

let him come, let him take me

I am ready now.

 

 

~ by zenfoxeleven on April 13, 2008.