AS THEY PONDER

Every midnight demons knocked on my open door,

Every second they said I should stop believe in Lord.

As my heart aching, my love fighting,

I refused to more waiting, but raised my sword.

Pungently bitter, my tears kept flicker,

Captured by the demons at my door.

Neglecting my beliefs, my words,

My Lord, are you listening, to my roar?

Sourly the sweets tasted when touched my lips,

Wine had no flavor and turned to ash between her sips.

Horrified, hollow-eyed, wishing away may rest my pain,

Yet found enchanted lovers can be so plain.

Heart so sick, mind so sore,

Could not overlook the old days in York.

“Maybe I did wrong to her?”

Clouded conscience lacked right moral.

Crying: “Be His name blessed forever,

Exalted supremely and adored?”

Concerns of mine had weakened my core,

No hail, no praise: a glaring war!

Forgive me if My Lord cannot accept what I decide,

When I lost my soul mate, nothing more, but so precise.

Demons’ offers seemed so tempting,

As they promised me, no more aching.

My open door, my broken door,

Beaten by the wind and rain that rocked our world.

Demon’s place gone many ways before,

I await the Judgment Day, my lips are for:

“Bring me evil, leave the light,

Bring me her in special sight.”

Try this brief I thought of no harm,

Crossing to the Admiral’s Arms.

Remember the tears I cried,

And remember the reasons why,

That the sky had fallen into the sea,

To break my back and make me bleed.

My arms are armed, but my chest is torn,

A vagrant who tried to reach the North.

Episodic dreams, but the dreams reoccured,

If sleep wished them more and more.

Up in the lighthouse from one of the seas,

I saw my mother, but she had forgotten my face.

“My daughter was gone so fast,” she said,

“But half an hour later, her shadow came back.”