So glorious in his beauty and thy choice
damned by the lethal binding of this bastard spectre
who with bitter pills and twisted smile
beat hard him down, marr’d and wasted.
But not able to end him, left him maimed.
And all the while your melancholy beauty fills the skies,
shines in those tremulous eyes which with mounting refrain ask to the end
Who is to make amends for all that has been, all that is,
and all that which is still to come?
Alas! for this grey shadow, who watches as you slumber
in a divine peace,
breath: soft and slow,
shoulders: rising and falling.
who dare’st not move for fear of waking
or that she feel his tear on her cheek.
As dawn approaches, a soft air fans the light upon them
and in it a glimmer of a world that used to be
Three happy voices who embrace and cling to thee
that nothing and no-one could ever have the strength to put asunder
But for this grey shadow
whose time now it is to leave,
for as the world is waking up, so your cheek begins to brighten in the gloom
Fast! his lips pass so close they could almost kiss.
The bitter raking of his eyes seals it and he is gone.
For of one thing he is sure, were these heavy tears to begin to fall
they would never, ever end.
But rest assured, He will return, maintain his vigil
and love you the best he can.
For this grey shadow was once a man.
© Andy Daly 2011 (Apart from the bits I nicked from Tennyson)