Darkness my beloved home, I return!
I return, not whole, but damaged.
Fatigued by quixotic tendencies,
The prodigal has come back famished.
An outer world, so hostile and strange
Filled immensely with ignorant natives
The land where all good is forgotten
Where hatred itself is life’s matrix.
Though I’ve brought an odd mystery,
An enigma that requires my genius
A phenomenon, in foreign land;
A veiled embodiment of Venus.
Since, I’ve craved for my sanctuary,
I have returned to you, oh darkness!
Now I will restore my lost vigor to
Unravel demeanors of this goddess.
Old friend, I am writing to you again
The infamous tale of squandered love
To have my denial broken by myself
To have accepted past for my behove
To have grown into a man of honor
To have embraced the code of chivalry
To have been reborn as a bird of myth
To have caught lies in nightly reverie
Lost myself in this chronic transition
I regret the love wasted, in-between
Who knew life can just be happy or full
If only the great men ere had foreseen
As humbled as I have become due this
I’m failing to see the point of these rhymes
So old friend, do tell me what is better
Death, endured once or a zillion times?
Child of shadows, once born of flesh
Un-winged, amidst fear and agony
‘Fraid of the lurking and yet to come
Oblivious, to the code of chivalry.
Voids in his desire were unveiled, as
Love taught him; death with dignity.
In desire to be and in wanting to live
His wretched soul began to purge,
As he wept at the beauty of night
He commenced to sing his own dirge,
Then born again of fire; ascended,
Like Phoenix must burn to emerge.