Sunday, June 11, 2006

A call to dark arms
Despair is a concept of divine beauty, it gives the bittersweet taste of sadness another meaning.
Stay with me, I cannot bear lonliness. Stay beside me, my never-ending nightmare.
Answer my call, a call to dark arms.

At dawn, you made your choice my beloved, you left me in peace and grace.
My crimson tears flowed freely then. Is god a welcoming being?
Now that my call has been denied, I still keep searching for you.
Even if you hate me till the ends of time. Answer my call.
A call to dark arms

A drink from the poisoned decanter, your wishes have been granted.
A dance that has no symbol, yet still elipses in the dawn of night.
You and I, two for tragedy. A never-ending fight for dominance.
Please I ask do not deny me any longer. Answer my call.
A call to dark arms.

I fear my heart cannot holdout any longer in anticipition.
Not even the longest books can contain the love I feel for you.
Why have you left? Was freedom your most wanted desire?
I wanted to keep you in my golden cage, away from prying eyes my silver songbird.
Answer my call, a call to dark arms.

I desired you near, I thought you could teach me passion and how it's done.
There was so much more I could have offered you, if only you had stayed.
Why did you deny my call? Was hatred truly victorious?
Never bother, nothing will hinder me in my quest for truth.
Answer my call, a call to dark arms

I have chased the eagles all to the ends of the universe in search of you.
In finality, you have ended the path here in oblivion. I`ve found you my dearest love.
We connected in momentary glances and then you spoke, your answer to my age old questions destroyed the last shards of my already broken heart.
Now I realize why you left in such quiet peace, you didn`t want to break my spirit.
You didn`t want to answer my call, a call to dark arms.

In this silent instance freedom was not the only desire in your cold heart, passion.
Passion for another, you loved them with all your being and wished for freedom to be with your beloved.
I am sorry, I loved you but you hated me for it.
I shall right my wrongs and never shame you again, I will spill my crimson tears upon the poisoned decanter and set you free. Live, and go love the one you truly do, leave me in this empty chapel where dreams will never be fullfilled. Answer my call, a call to dark arms.

I called out to you so many numerous times, that I cannot remember when I did not do so.
When I first laid sight onto you, your innocent light and glowing beauty made me believe in truth.
Your kindness broke me of my prison, my heavy chains, the sins that stained me were forgotten when you came near.You freed me of my burdens, the weight of my sins lightened in your presence. I came to adore you, then you taught me to love. I fell for you, I felt almost pure once again. I called out to you, I thought we could be together for eternity. I wanted to possess you, my heart wanted to feel this fleeting dream of mine just a bit longer. Answer my call, a call to dark arms.

In my joy I never saw my dream crumbling before me, you had another you cared for.
I never realized you had so much to fullfill, you wanted to fill the canvas of your life with so much more.
I professed my love to you one solemn day, but you never accepted.
My dream was starting to fall before me, but I ignored my rational mind and feverently hoped for acceptance.
I always gave in hope for some shard of caring, you became my everything, my will, my life, my reason for living.
In the end, I had caged you and tore your wings, you saw through my desire and fled by dawn.
Answer my call, a call to dark arms.

In silence I lost everything, now I see the truth in my dream shattered so long ago.
I never had freedom, my sins, my chains still bind me.
You only added more weight to my growing burden, my prison was reinstalled by you when the answer formed on your lips. I never wanted to return to waiting for a savior, so I broke the link between you and me.
My pain was momentary, the beauty of peace as my blood flowed in crimson rivers silenced my dying form.
My fading world sought your face, I saw you in shock then in a fleeting form as you disappeared in heavens`s light. I called out to you so many numerous times, that I cannot remember when I did not do so.
Answer my call, a call to dark arms.

You never answered, my call rang in echo in the glassy silence. My heart and feverent foolish hope could not sustain my will any longer, my heart was a battleground. My dark arms, as my soul wished for your love but my call was never answered. So I hung up on the line, and freed you. Live my love, live if not for me then for your beloved. Do not answer my call, my call to dark arms.


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