eulogy 2
The church bells toll, a cold and hollow cry, for him who fell beneath a darkened sky. They brand me wicked on this earthly stage, a fragile bird within a bitter cage. My husband's ghost, a chill upon my bed, He haunts the shadows where my passion fled. But in the darkness where my soul must dwell, I feel the man I truly loved too well.
The town, a viper pit of sneers and hate, they seal my sentence with a morbid state. They do not see the phantoms I embrace, nor know the terror that has marked this place. For in the ruin, where the lights are dim, my sanity becomes a broken hymn. I share my wine with all the faithful dead and heed the counsel of the words they said.
My spirit broken, yet I will not fall, I built my kingdom behind a granite wall. The giants rise, their malice dark and deep, the secrets that my guarded feelings keep. But when their judgment threatens to descend, Goliath comes, my trusted, fearsome friend. He lends his massive strength to every strife and leads my spirit from the empty light.
This sadistic love, the meaning of my doom, a sacred blossom blooming in the gloom. They see a monster, forged by loss and pain, but I am mistress of the falling rain. I will not kneel, I will not seek my grace, but find my solace in this shadowed space. I choose the night, the torment, and the thrall, and let the darkness rise to conquer all.
Chloe