Dark Muse
10-27-2010, 10:30 PM
Queen Among the Dead
I lie stretched
upon the grave
beneath the falling rain
under a gray sky day,
with cold stone hard
against my supple
moonlit flesh.
I am my own tragedy queen
dreaming death
beneath a dead star night,
watched by millions
of flickering eyes,
there is laughter in the dark
and too soon I realize
it is mine.
Among the reeds
and rushes
where the wind blows low
and high, there is only
myself, ivy-chained
wearing my thorny crown.
How can I help but smile
when the dead come to dance
upon my grave
while yet I still live
upon the cool damp earth.
It is a welcome serenity
to hold my breath
and feel as if I am drowning
beneath the water
which falls from the sky,
and I float upward
leaving my body behind.
There is only sorrow here
lingering in the space
between the living and the dead
but we embrace it
as an elevated joy
that only we know.
I will sit enthroned
among these spirits
naked and cold
as they chant in their ritual
bath, and from the waters
I will emerge to dawn
their burial cloth.
I lie stretched
upon the grave
beneath the falling rain
under a gray sky day,
with cold stone hard
against my supple
moonlit flesh.
I am my own tragedy queen
dreaming death
beneath a dead star night,
watched by millions
of flickering eyes,
there is laughter in the dark
and too soon I realize
it is mine.
Among the reeds
and rushes
where the wind blows low
and high, there is only
myself, ivy-chained
wearing my thorny crown.
How can I help but smile
when the dead come to dance
upon my grave
while yet I still live
upon the cool damp earth.
It is a welcome serenity
to hold my breath
and feel as if I am drowning
beneath the water
which falls from the sky,
and I float upward
leaving my body behind.
There is only sorrow here
lingering in the space
between the living and the dead
but we embrace it
as an elevated joy
that only we know.
I will sit enthroned
among these spirits
naked and cold
as they chant in their ritual
bath, and from the waters
I will emerge to dawn
their burial cloth.