I Heard the Angels of MadnessA Poem by LichwoodPoetA poem.
I saw you in a dream
The many-myrtle'd dove, Skin scintillating gleam Eyes fallen from above, I watched the Earth grow cold When you flew to Heaven's Bay; In darkness I grew old-- My dreams all flew away Mindless yearning stills my breath, I wait in haunted grove, For you, for Life...or Death-- Madness stalks where I rove; The bloodless woods grow chill, All life sinks underground, Barr'n trees are statue-still, Iced silence chokes all sound, The woods brood so deeply, Sifting leaves cease their dance, The bones sleep so sweetly Caught in immortal trance; I wonder what they see-- Dream, vision, or nightmare? Cauldron helm muffling plea-- Into nothingness they stare. I saw the world grow dark When you left me here alone, See the phantom shades hark! Hear Oblivion groan! I saw the Heavens fall When Angel Dearest left! Hell itself heard the call Of Dread Death's monstrous theft. I saw the moon turn black When you left me for dead, God--how my soul did wrack! Tears of blood did I shed! How I bled!--How I bled! You left me with no shred Of ghoul heart's throbbing red, Cut off life's puny thread And laced my soul with dread-- From all hope have I fled On Love's Carcass I've fed! Leave no ghost in your stead! Lightly walk where I tread, Doomed to die or to wed-- Fear me, alive or dead. Away fiend!--or die instead! Hear the sins I have said: Only horrors you've bred And filled my veins with lead! Claws scratching in my head... Nails thrashing in my bed... Mouths gnashing while I pled-- Light fleeing where I led. How I bleed!--How I bleed! The tears on which you feed, Agony of your greed Cruelest barb of your seed. See the blood!--See the blood! Roaring torrential flood! Gushing thickly rose-mud, And oozing from Death's bud. Hear the screams!--Hear the screams! The monster of your dreams! More human than it seems-- Skin bursting at the seams! Hear the roars!--Hear the roars! The self-inflicted sores-- See the white, feel my bones, Hidden in luscious moans. Oh madness delicious Sweet madness be mine! Mad screams and dreams vicious Lord--Oh madness divine!
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