The sorcery you use is beyond practical sensibility
No one will believe the tale of which I weep tonight in the sky
Yet the conciseness of your powers over take this frail spirit
You do not stammer and stutter over the spells
The resistance I have in view for those ice starry eyes to see
Is immidiatly destroyed by yet another one of your true to life metaphors.
Oh the sun, I plead with you,
Phoebus!
Apollo!
Aurora!
Any beautiful and longing star,
Any craving orb of life,
Come to me swifter than a falling star, Sirius!
Aldebaran!
He has made me yet another constellation,
In His forever full galaxy;
He is the northern light,
His beauty is like the aurora borealis;
His voice sweeter to any thean the southern lights,
Oh morning star,
Deliver me unto Lucifer,
For no longer can I suffer my fate.
Don't you understand?
He has confined me with a spell,
With a look of those eyes,
This condemnation,
Without any conviction,
He has passed this judgment,
A penalty for daring to love him,
A sentence unknwon to mere mortals;
Life long in death damnation,
I am forever trapped in heaven,
But no celestial bliss will I discover here,
I will join in the weeping of the other stars,
Too close for comfort,
Too far to reach.
For thier eyes are sorrowful;
Thier souls cut up,
Chagrined,
No longer horrified,
While I - new to my fate am horror-stricken; And in grief,
Steeped to the brim in misery,
I am forever,
In despair.
My hell filled heaven needing you.
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