Fantasia

It describes a grieving heart lost in the hope of saving his betrothed and at the same time trying to accept her demise. It paints the picture of a man deeply in love struggling to cope with reality.

Fantasia

In the arms of my lover,
death in her eyes as she sings a tragic lullaby.
"My angel isn't coming for me,
something about broken wings.
He said the winds of this town are too vicious,
too vicious for saints to fly, for sins to die,
in this ghostly town."

But who needs an angel, my love?
Just hold on to me, cling to the one that loves you still.

Let my eternal flame that burns only for you,

quench your dreary mien,
let it fill your frail heart with fiery strength.

For albeit, there are spikes in these grounds,
and thorns in my flesh,
I would drain the sun of its gold, 

high upon heaven's crest,
and empty the silver in the stars,

again to feel thy gentle breath.

Oh Fantasia, dear Fantasia,

let heaven remind you of me, 

let every shooting star ignite the earth ablaze,

the firmaments over this damning stage,

aflame of the memories of you and me.

Abide, yes abide in the nothingness of the evening breeze

and keep within timeless messages of our reveries.

Fantasia, sweet Fantasia,

awake! I pray you awake...

Why, rise.

See, your angel draws nigh,

defy thine eyes.

Your love you swore to me,

that till eternity will it be.

Why for have you fallen to the morbid allure of the reaper's scythe

and leave me thus in grief?

Fantasia mine, 

of so much I know not,

friends and fiends my ignorance mock.

Yet my wealth of this knowledge I am sure:

That I shall miss your rosy cheeks and your ruby lips,

your supple skin and your soulful stare,

the musings of a love that once flared.

And when the skies doth turn grey,

and the sun the earth betray,

we shall go back to yesterday.

Author's Note

The stanzas may seem contradictory but it explains the mind state of the speaker as he alternates between accepting reality and denying it. The poem itself is transitory as you will see.