Death Chords on the Dark Guitar

Death Chords 3 - 6-16-2017

On the mourning of my life

I come awake

I see everything has changed

Through the light of crystal eyes

I make a cave

until I am rearranged

The watchers all are watching,

their vacant eyes

turn my naked skin to clay

I see them through the mist,

a warning that I

must somehow hide away

There are thirteen candles

a tiny pool of tears

Are they the death chords

of the dark guitar

They’re playing death chords

on the dark guitar

 

Who is the faceless woman,

Oh with her danse,

she makes my poor heart afraid

as she moves across my garden,

through the ashes

of fires I have made

If beauty is her mystery

and the faces,

broken windows from my past

may come mocking what I am,

what I have been

and the lady makes her danse

There are thirteen flashes

into tiny pools of fear

Are they the death chords

of the dark guitar

They’re playing death chords

on the dark guitar

 

I see the fingers moving

and thunder

marks the rhythm of my name

as I dig a hole for hiding,

pull my head down

I curse the mourning rain

Thus I built a pyre

until the lightning

made the players’ silhouette

As their bones struck the sinew,

the lady danced

into a falling pirouette

There are thirteen voices

in the flames of the choir

Are they the death chords

of the dark guitar

They’re playing death chords

on the dark guitar

 

In the waking of my life,

I come to mourn

I see everything’s the same

The beast is in the garden

and he charges

until the walls fall down again

When I hear a child laughing,

is it the gods

playing music they have made

the ashes and the golden

left by the boy

where the dancing lady laid

There are thirteen lakes of fire,

piles of rainbows burned to ashes

Are they the death chords

of the dark guitar

They’re playing death chords

on the dark guitar

 

His fingers are bleeding,

fire consumes his mourning

His bloody sword is singing

death dirges forming

Through the blood and fire,

smiling on his faces

Flying high and higher,

through jet streams, Gods, and traces

And to the Earth again,

stone heart caged and bound

Bleeding for the when,

the instant of the sound

She is dancing in his praying,

they go falling far and far

his bleeding fingers playing

death chords on the dark guitar

They’re playing death chords

on the dark guitar

 

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Tom (WordWulf) Sterner 2017 ©

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