April 23, 2010

Die unendliche Geschichte

An empress holding hope, in ivory tower lonely,
amidst gnawing nothing and dispair

Unknowing and lost, she who knew all,
ageless and nameless, pale Moonchild so fair

Reaching out, when all comes apart,
shattering heart fearing failure, comes the nothing

Yet through the chaos comes the word
winged with emotion, which will end the ending

No light in beginnings, the word, the thoughts,
communion of hearts, cradles the seed of light.