Heartbreak and Seance

Before the war, this grave darksome pall

Pressed upon the face of England

We were sovereign to nothing less

Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign

Together in a peace these wicked times disdain

Then Empire saw much more to gain

The Crown discounts our loss

Life cannot count the cost

These numbers fount like water

The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter

Valentine, sweet spine entwined

I am sorry that I left you here in time

I will find the path back from the other side

So keep a candle burning in your heart, that is my shrine

(No Memento Mori)

(For he passed away, for faraway glory)

(So tear the pages from this castaway story)

Spilling tears fill her lachrymatory

(She seeks to pierce the veil)

(Melancholia speaks the fiercest tale)

(Weeks are growing lonelier ever stonier regaled)

Love's bond responding beyond the pale

The planchette is promissory

Purveyance of the seance

In obeisance

To the spirits before their dismissory

The Crown discounts our loss

Life cannot count the cost

These numbers fount like water

The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter

Valentine, sweet spine entwined

I am sorry that I left you here in time

I will find the path back from the other side

So please accept my kisses through the whispers of the Ouija board

I suffer alone

So far from home

Watching you from a distance

A shadow's persistence to roam

No time to atone

You flower alone

Beautifully graven

You cut a black raven

Whose tower has flown

(No Memento Mori)

(For he passed away, for faraway glory)

(So tear the pages from this castaway story)

Spilling tears fill her lachrymatory

(She seeks to pierce the veil)

(Melancholia speaks the fiercest tale)

(Weeks are growing lonelier ever stonier regaled)

Love's bond responding beyond the pale

The planchette is promissory

Purveyance of the seance

In obeisance

To the spirits, ghosts, that haunt amiss amie

Winter seems far colder

Without you by my shoulder

Now this year

Faith's blinding glare advanced to frost

Finds her there, entranced to cross

To breach death's porous border

And reach where breath affords no quarter

Helpless, I see her resolve harden

This is where it ends

How the wretchedness portends

The knife in her hand on the stretch to the promised land

And this is how they found my light

Clutching tight that fateful telegram