Old Gothic (ish??) works
Under the Clear Evening Sky
I kiss your sweet lips and sighed,
as I held your body close to mine.
You called me, and I am now here
My love, there is nothing more you should fear.
“You looked so beautiful”, I said as I carried you,
“No jests, my dear, what I say is true.
I am here, my love, and I will leave you never
Didn’t I tell you that my love is forever?
A promise I had sworn to you many years had past
A promise that I know that will always last.
What were the words I said again?” I asked and pondered,
hoping that you would help me but from you there was no answer.
“To the grave!” the breeze seemed to utter.
Yes indeed! ‘To the grave!’ How could I not have remembered?
Come, my dear I will now take you home;
You must have been so scared, being here all alone.
“Look your clothes are all filthy,” I say,
“We must get home soon and wash this dirt away.”
Still you remained as silent as before
“Alright” I said, “if you wish to sleep, I will say nothing more.”
Moments had past there was only silence and then
I looked at your face and started talking again.
“I heard them many times; they said I am going mad.
They said many things, things that made me sad.
They said, oh so many things! Like you are dead and gone,
But deep in my heart I know they are wrong.
They are wrong,” I said, as I started to cry
I looked up, and there was nothing there, but the clear evening sky.
The Corpse
Endless pain ebbed through my torn flesh.
As I breathe my last, anger consumes me.
You, who had condemned my soul to the eternal fire,
feel the wrath of this dying heart.
Hear my curse, you, whose hands are stained with my blood:
that this anguished face will forever hunt you,
that the stench of my blood will never leave you,
that my restless spirit will forever follow you,
until your death, and beyond.
