Monochromatic Stains

An obvious poem...

My head against the window sill I see
The trees lined up against me
As if I've burnt these woods before
Shattered the homes of a million souls

 

Inside these walls my urge to flee
Into that beauty, a declared enemy
So to reconcile, I'll take a stroll
Down memory lane, the forest in the fall

 

Upon those gates a wise creature guards
With condemning eyes to gaze our hearts
Through my soul it spoke its warning
Yet onward I tread into the fearful dawning

 

Feel the light, fade above trees that spree
A hundred miles ahead of me
Yet a couple of miles leave a foot sore
And the mind numb with no one to call

 

So with heavy legs I search the ground
But no forgiving land is found
To ease my burden, a blissful seat
As thorns spiral beneath my feet

 

But breathe among them a lone flower, wild and rich in life
Proud and elegant, a queen in beauty rife
Yet for the misery of my undeserving eyes
It entombs its heart as its fragrance dies

 

There I follow the sun throughout its frozen hell
Its rays evade my skin, damned with a cold spell
Awaken the haunting shadows to their dark creed
To grant me deserved darkness for my dark seed

 

But here comes a symphony of nature to undo the wrong
I sense the countless ants beating the soil's song
A sleepless dirge urging the coming of the new moon
The raven and the wind rage at my mistune

 

Thus I close my eyes to retrieve the stagnant memory
Perhaps my tortured soul brings this chaos to harmony
But the gods make clear their denial of my offering
As the shattered ocean falls at the roar of lightning

 

And the merciless vines still want my body bled
So without defiance I paint the soil red
But so impure the colour of my hollow heart
An insult to this beautiful work of art

 

See the tainted crimson dissolve under hail
It betrays my reason, for why did I fail
Through hours to purify my hands of their soul
Ghosts that were once my plague and my all

 

Now the grave clouds surrender to the insensitive me
And the million green eyes shed the sky's last tears
Their burden relieved unto my tired shoulders
Taste their bitter acid, in misery colder

 

Wishing the pure tears would unstain my hands
Spread them open towards the mourning lands
Alas, a butterfly's corpse falls so calm
The angel's spit curses my stigmatized palm

 

Now listen, a creep of the trees howls in fear
It races my shadow never coming near
I share its shock, frozen and silent
Why does my weak self make beasts frightened

 

Moments of torture till the scorching silence is broken
By a river's melodies, in the midst of the woods fallen
Such beautiful notes to make my blood rush forward
Despite the vengeful tempest, against me angered

 

Now drops run through me till I feel myself burst
Yet water so sour refuses to satisfy my thirst
And more to repel me, a dead fish from beneath
Its horrid eyes speak the blissful tales of Lethe

 

Oh, my flesh cannot bare a second longer
As my feet halt at the threshold yonder
Nothing ahead, but the fog of death
Behind lays misery's throne of wealth

 

Is this my destiny, a fallen soul
Or am I hallucinating oblivion's call
Am I to walk back through the gates of hell
Or should I rot here until I break the spell

 

But love, who am I to decide my own damn fate
One clearly chosen, and the righteous woods vengefully wait

Author's Note

Just a rough work, to be edited in consideration of your generous comments!
Inspired by: Dark Tranquility - Monochromatic Stains, Macbeth, many suspense stories, and Robert Frost.