Obsidian, My Soul
Obsidian, my soul, and darkness reigned
while shadows filled my every waking thought.
How deep was that abyss, black came my tears.
A shroud of kohl in anguish, she had wrought.
Her heart in frigid melancholy fell.
I languished there beside her as she drowned.
Encased in bitter mourning, then we sank,
within me something shattered, shadowed, crowned.
In dark and rueful agony I plunged,
and ever deeper till all light, consumed.
The utter blackness that I breathed was full.
Her mortal body and her grace entombed.
How shall this body, rimed and filled with woe
survive without her breath, oh curs-ed night!
Come take me to your bosom, blessed Death,
deliver me, oh angels, from my plight.
