The Execution Of Romeo Poem by Steven Cooke

They came in the depths of sleep
Dream eaters to plague my darkness
Troll whisperers taunting my love
Their poison running through my veins
My soul in chains and on trial

I plead to the jury for love
I plead again only silence
The voice of love, lost in a sinners scream
In the balcony weeping angels,
Rain teardrops of salt onto my bleeding arms

In this dark nether world
I see the cold light of a distant star
The last refuge of my dying soul
My only comfort in this realm of fear

Phantoms sit at my table to deliberate
While dining on lonely hearts,
And drinking promises made in the heat of passion
Sweet as unicorn blood, the last deceit
Hecklers at the windows
Mocking silent poems never sent
A life never to be

The verdict guilty as always
My beating heart the last bastion of my love
I kneel in sacrifice to the Gorgon
Love is lost, and so am I

Behind the eyes of the beast
I see grief not of this earth,
Pain beyond any dying planet
And yes love, in my executioner
For even the blackest heart
Needs love, for this is the secret of all existence.
And as I die a distant star waits
For the next lover to find this truth

You see love cannot be chained,
Nor can it be selective
It resides in the pillars of good and evil
And it will be with you
Even in your darkest hour.
My epitaph, Romeo