Okay...let me just say that I really, really apologize for the length - I had no idea it ran so long, and it didn't seem
TOO bad until I posted it here. I'm REALLY sorry -- it just got away from me...
SS, if you need me to chop it I will.
Arabesque Van Albrecht - DenialA swath of ivory silk and lace
Shrouds a porcelain expression of
Quiet and sleep
Slumber softly now dear child
You wail a silent song they slight,
Lie in delicate form that only
My eyes bear witness
I pray
Slumber softly now my Anna Rose
Not in cold and dark and death as they would tell me
They utter words
Savage
And heartless
As to tear my bleeding heart asunder
What sin have I wrought to suffer such an
Unimaginable fate?
Existence without you, beloved Anna Rose,
Unbearable
Unthinkable
Unfathomable
Lo, I would sooner rake the knife 'cross
Cold indifferent skin and bleed
Than accept such circumstance
Rather drift the searing ashen antechambers of
Purgatory than
Bask in radiant life on a barren earth in a
Spoiled house
Near a
Bare, dead cradle
Let them whisper venomous words
And deliver the baleful eye
Let them clad themselves in fine black mantles bespeckled with
Tears that fall for a fallacious ending
In unfounded grief,
Heavy quietus looms in an ominous cloud, a mirage
Needless bereavement
Impertinent sympathy
Nonsensical condolences for a
Perfect babe that rests not in the arms of a
Covetous God
But here with we who gave her life
In malevolent banter they opine:
"He giveth and He taketh away,
That which He bestoweth in earthy grace
Be remit to Heaven in one breath
Borrowed for now
Then relinquished in twilight embers and dust"You and I alone, my perfect Anna Rose,
Rest here in this
Hidden country,
A perpetual bond untainted by
Suffering, by morose, by this thing they call
Death
Leave this place grim reaper, and collect an aged soul
My innocent has gasped but a pittance of breaths in this
Short life
Tiny feet have never grazed bare ground,
Glistening eyes have yet to ingest this striking world
Plummet into the black eclipse of
Hell and leave us be
Compel them, O Lord, to see my mortal Angel as I do
Not dead, but asleep!
Merely slumbering in her soft warm cradle
Not fodder for slithery creatures
'Neath the ground
Skin that might touch linen finery
Not rot in dank and sodden mire
Briny tears trail in joy and mirth
Not their piercing endless bitter sorrow
Entombed in suffocating Silence
and Still,
This burial a fait accompli it would seem
Never will I affirm such destiny, blind, complacent
Compliant
Obedient
Nay could Divine God need you
More than I
They suggest it is delusion
A mind broken
Wrecked
Ruined
A soul despaired
Disconsolate
Comatose
These implications would ring true
If not for your
Helpless cry this morn
One that only I can now hear
One that I alone will forever know
As they wrenched you, frigid and rigid
From my arms that night
So shall I seize you from the Almighty's hands
And hear no more of
This business of Death
Slumber softly now my Anna Rose.
(the pic looks really dark here for some reason... )