VEIL OF LAMENT ACT IV: CODA
He doesn’t move, no, not another twitch.
The veiled has fallen in void-black pitch.
The hall retracts into its throat,
A gutted beast that swallows every note.
The chandeliers are bruised like silence hung,
And silence loads its gun right to my lungs.
I cross the stage, i close the curtains,
No more answers, and no more questions.
No eye shall leer, no tyrant’s lash remain.
The strings shall be, shall cut, shall stain.
This one is for just me…and you.
This funeral song is written for two.
Until the strings ignite.
Till shadows weep in molten white.
Each note, a plea..sing forgiveness, why?
Each cut, a pleasing..single cry.
And when the song dissolves to ash,
I snap the bow…a blade of jagged gash.
Its splinters bloom like wood in flame,
A crown of ruin christened in his name.
I do not speak.. What syllable could mend?
With the strings to my heart what’s left to bend?
Instead, I run.. a requiem of tread,
The hall shakes as I wake the dead.
The cage is there… The crystal of doom,
A door that locks the mouth of any room.
I drive the bow into my beating heart,
A scarlet echo floods this glass-cased art.
My knees collapse. My ribs crack in soundless harm,
My blood, your glass, a river braided into calm.
And as I fall, I clutch the frozen pane,
To write my vow in silent streaks of pain.
My blood reached your hands.
I chased you, no demands.
This was indeed our last grand.
Blood, they say, is thicker than the tide,
A binding force no storm can divide.
But here beneath this fractured glass,
Where death and scarlet intertwine and pass,
Blood bleeds into water, pure and cold,
And all the old oaths lose their hold.
No bloodline guards where tides have turned
In this one flood, all vows are burned.
A veil of lament so beautifully designed.
Two pairs of empty eyes, two loved, denied.
Original poem by me. Nara.