Fade to black

5.11.03 19:41
In here is a tragedy ---
art thou player or audience?
Be as it may, the end doth remain:
all go on only toward death.
The first word at thy left hand:
a false lunacy, a madly dancing man.
Hearing unhearable words, drawn
to a beloved's grave --- and there,
mayhap, true madness at last.
As did this one playing at death,
find true death at last.
Killing a nameless lover, s
he pierced a heart rent by sorrow.
Doth lie invite truth?
Doth verity but wear the mask of falsehood?
Ah, thou pityful, thou miserable ones.
Still amidst lies, though the end cometh not,
wherefore yearn for death? Will thou attend thy beloved?
Truths and lies, life and death: a game
of turning white to black and black to white.
Is not a silence brimming with love
more precious than flattery?
A peaceful slumber preferred
to a throne besmirched with blood?
One vengeful man spilled blood for two;
Two youths shed tears for three;
Three witches disappeared thusly;
And only the four keys remain.
Ah but veryly...
In here lies a tragedy.
Art thou player or audience?
There is something which cannot become a puppet of fate or an onlooker,
peering into a cage.
Mūzika: Evlis Presley - Jailhouse rock
Garastāvoklis: tired