no more

the spirit is killed, hung to death
chopped to pieces, burned to red
no flutter of wings, no nod of head
some stories should be left unsaid

he flies no more
tries to rise no more
no not any skies no more
prodded in the eyes he may
but son of sorrow cries no more

tears of blood are, to be seen
of the colour of flights that have been
shadow that crawled across the seas
is reduced to rubble, its freedom ceased

mourners come to wash their feet
bring gifts of solace wrapped in sheets
white sheets that hide their grins of glee
as purely white was love to be..

wont be white no more
nothing wrong or right no more
love with halo light no more
love is life, she used to say
so love again he might no more

on top of where she was to wait
he flew, opened his eyes too late
stood guards of hell with arrows drawn
the sky was red like the sun of dawn

fell to her feet like a bird of tame
she stood unflustered as down he came
he saw in her eyes, he was to blame
he loved her more than she was game

in the arms of devil he saw her leave
laid there in the night, alone to grieve
he breathed his last, his back to the sky
it rained of blood, till his veins ran dry

there he lies no more
no nocturnal sighs no more
love, a lie, he buys no more
life goes on, as well it may
in the name of love, he dies no more.