The Unnamed



At first I thought that I’d gone mad,
I’d lost the thing I’d never had-
But now I see the root of “Mad”,
Is but imbalanced Good and Bad;
For when such things do not work well-
What suddenly breaks loose is Hell!

But when I found what was amiss,
I had no need to search for bliss;
But not for lack of pure compassion,
But all emotion did I ration,
But with such bounty came indenture;
Such that I was with Death to venture.

Though I withstood the trial,
Death himself did find me vile,
So returned I to above-
Lacking Hatred lacking Love-
Another journey I did start,
For purpose of finding me a heart.

Alas when the venture came to end,
I had nothing to defend-
For Sorrow was my only friend;
Impossible not to be seen,
My life in misery, serene,
For Family is what I sought,
Through all the battles that I fought.

Then in the peak of Lonliness,
I found some spark of homeliness,
Awakened I my eyes to see,
The end of all my misery-
For there she stood, Dark hair, Black eyes,
And even now an angel cries,
If memory doth serve me right,
I think it was the seventh night,
That my joy did reach it’s peak,
When she kissed me on the cheek;
And though I was still then a child-
I felt as though I had gone wild-
For in that moment of perfection-
How blessed was I for such affection;
And in fact what that kiss made-
My face then blush a bright red shade.

Yet to her I could not confess-
What I had seen for such a mess-
Could not fall upon her ears-
My greatest fear was that her tears-
Would be shed because of me,
Thus the ventures hid in secrecy-
But the truth could not be kept-
The reasons why I never slept-
Nor could I hide my tears-
Her comfort seemed to kill my fears-
And so in part the truth I told-
With unease the lies I sold.

But such was not my choosing-
Still bound was I by Death’s mad musings,
Yet regardless of my inner pain-
Sorrow was too quickly slain-
By power of such God-like might,
My dark soul it did light.

After Heaven Hell and Earth did try,
So brutally my soul and I,
To shatter and toss into the wind-
While I admit that I have sinned,
Such sins I think do not require,
That my soul should end by Fire;
For this I think, I have not said,
She and I were soon to wed-
And now that all is said and done,
I have a wife and infant son.

And thus I leave thee now with this-
To heed advice would bring thee bliss-
Though Death may conquer Fate-
It’s Love that masters Hate,
So then if Love if Love is why you fought-
Then Death himself is just a thought.