First Day of Perpetuation (First Ballade Written) #231
First Day of Perpetuation
(First Ballade Written)
Male banshee howls his message through the trees
With pain no mortal tongue could e'er recite.
He roams the earth and sweeps the seven seas,
Then, righteous, stands before my bed tonight.
I find his gentle whisper quite polite
While in my ear his message he imparts,
--Emotions like the wind have taken flight--
"Tread soft, my Love, upon my fragile heart."
I feel his faint disclosure in the breeze,
--Fair maiden in my dream has found her knight--
And in the stillness, black, I murmur, "Please...
Please, hold me to your bosom... Hold me tight!!
...I know we could be lovers if you might."
His presence pricks my soul like poisoned darts
To think he'll disappear when comes the Light,
"Tread soft, my Love, upon my fragile heart."
Immortal ghost shall not your love appease?
Come grasp me in your arms where souls delight.
I know you hold all answers and the keys
And to our end my dreams will turn out right.
Though plans I've made are now but feelings trite,
The eminence you've shown will not depart.
Your love could never fail to reach great heights,
"Tread soft, my Love, upon my fragile heart."
With morn, when death shall end my earthly fight,
--The mortal with immortal will then start--
Two leaving earth engaged in lover's plight,
"Tread soft, my Love, upon my fragile heart."