true enchantmentor - my tormentor

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Nyasia
Nyasia
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true enchantmentor
my tormentor

oh!
wondrous sweetness of the night
plucking mine eyes
taking all sight

oh!
gentle warrior
only the killing tells
just how far the funeral bell

true enchantmentor
my tormentor

with heartfelt pity
she binds the blind
bleeding voids
and offering a hand to me
leads me into the past
beyond regions of despair
on into the night
that vast unknowable bliss

oh!

home at last
that place
deemed hell
i stand doomed by fate
forthwith to dwell
am sentenced now
and rightly earned
to forever know
passionate lust's scourge
oh!
how it does burn

these stinging lashes
each bleeding bite
are gratefully borne
as my soul's great delight
each hollow word
each lonely verse
heard on the wind
carried in the night
before burning away in the light

oh!

another lonely song is sung
this lowly man comes undone
are her tears of pain
falling on my behalf
or am i the cause

oh!

at last
mine longing heart may die
yet prior to its last sobbing sigh
i beg a boon of thee
mayhap one day i may hear
my name sound from her lips
or for her to utter a prayer for me
not thee

oh!

she holds my heart
now bared and barren
and sees it
shown as fractured
split
splintered
never whole or wholesome
and at its core most rotten
i play out my final role

oh!

so here stand i
within the night
tingling in anticipation
before her might
and
striking the gentle blow is she

oh!

true enchantmentor
my tormentor

she strikes
not my head from its body
but
mine heart
from
its lies

nyasia anastasia maire – ©1981, 2007

Nyasia
Nyasia
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