The Eternal War

Amidst the clamor of rain, I stood
gazing, through the heavy drops, at her
She was sitting resting his head on her lap
Maybe weeping, but calm
What I recall is befuddlement
wishing to go near, but wanting to stay
wishing to console, to help, just by staying there
what was I thinking? I don’t know
I suddenly felt it was fire showering from the skies
I startled at the fieriness of the drops, and then it was gone!
And then I heard her cries, in my head
she was soundlessly creating stirs, asking for…

I stared at her, at her still figure in the rain
Her blurred outlines, still enchanting
Why then did he look featureless, mere flesh
Why was she endlessly beholding the carcass
I felt the stir in my mind again,
she was saying, something that felt as hope
that carcass is of her hope, her dreams, her soul
she wants him to rise
She wants him to rise and imbibe her
as his soul
she wants him to awaken and embrace her
once and for all
But how well she knows
he’ll rise to be a soulless corpse
not to embrace but propel her
not to imbibe but finish her

But she wants to stay
in the shadow of his veneer
in the silhouette of his viciousness
she wants to dwell within his corpse
If only he awakens, she’s willing
to set herself ablaze, to kill her spirit
because he’s her only desire
her only hope….