Monologue Of A Twisted Mind Poem by Ashley Akari

The stars sparked flames in her violet eyes;
Lashes matted as the the tree-tops' twisted arms,
And lips and mouth, so red, so red.
Red as the darling dove's hawk-gashed heart
At my feet. Her breath-how can I say? Her
Breath burst, an apple-scented orchard.

Fair Helena!

She murmured love into my ear,
Bent o'er this midnight's forest pool.

Sweet Helena!

How could I help but love her,
So needful of my strong arm-
So beautiful, so young.
Ah, so young!

Time is my rival.
How can I but hate the hand
That ravishes such beauty as hers,
Corroding the bright eye's spark,
The sweet lips' red?

No.

Time is my enemy
And my Helen's too.
That is why, for her sake, I
Hold the black tress'd head
Beneath the night-still waters
And watch the lamb
Breathe in fresh water-
Breath so sweet, so deep,
So deep.

And there she lies.
Beauty smiles and unmoving sleeps
Beneath the crystal waves,
The midnight sky,
Beauty eternal-yes, eternal.
For I have spilt my own heart's blood
Beside the quiet and sacred pool.
And I will lie beneath the waveless glass
With her. Sweet Helena, dear Helena.
Our arms about eachother,

Together.
Together.
Forever.
Forever.

I sink beneath these death-dark waters,
Eyes turned to the neverending sky.
What fear of Death have I?
Of Time? Of Space?
For Time cannot touch us
Beneath unchanging water-

Time cannot ravage Love and Immortality.