Silence fills the room
a deathened soundless tomb
A graceless and empty heart
sits alone and grieves its part
The love it had sought
It feared it had lost
What could not be bought
No matter the cost
Was that which would fill
The night's killing chill

Was not for that heart
Twas not in for its part
Was far too weak,
Too shamed to speak.
To wrapped in its gloom
To see light in its tomb
The love it had found
Was nowhere around,
and death's finger beckoned
and pointed a direction
to follow to stillness
an end to all illness

Who could want you it said?
Were you not better dead?
For fool that you are
You sought a bright star
as far beyond where you are
As moon is from air
Love for you? Death laughed.
Hollow ringing laughter
filling
ringing
filling
ringing
filling ringing laughing

The finger points to the hollow grave,
Asks if I he dares, is he so brave,
As to enter the final silent cast
Or is he a coward, then too to the last?

He stand and poised considers the door
sees it locked
sees it blocked
and considers dying once more.

But for one more time, he turns away
A coward he knows, but will a new day.
Till darkness descends, and he leaves
all his friends, and sits alone in the gloom
a deathened and soundless tomb,
and contemplates his graceless and empty heart,
and grieves then the missing and most precious part.
That love he had sought, thought his love had bought,
Was once again lost, and no matter the cost,
Came the sobering chill of night
and again the sound of death
laughing
pointing
laughing
pointing
laughing
pointing
everday

and evermore.

@ Charles Grifor 1996-1997