These liquid skies,
Surround me with pearly light,
Silent, but for the eternal dance
Of stars. Atop the black tower, on a
Faraway moon, I await, with heartache in
My gaze.
A thousand years,
They’ve kept me away,
From the world—your beautiful face
So full of grace, lingers in the heavens
So close, in this dark space.
Ever present; the reminder of
My failure haunts my words,
My folly, across the deepest of gullies,
Taunts me: “I love you.”
The High Priest screeched sacrilege,
And the court was a-flutter, pretty little
Flowers covering a gutter of lies, scandal
And murder. Even as the chains bound my wrist
And shackled my mind, your whispered
Words released my soul: “I love you too.”
My need for vengeance, will be sated.
My long wait, is at an end. For the time
Shall come, when the worlds shall shatter;
Our love unbound, free at last, will soar across
The liquid skies.
--From Artamon's Lament
