Why do you tread this weary path?
to bring some comfort
to a sagging and heaving heart.
Do you not see beyond those eyes?
there shall be no rest this soul may share
on mans sacred earth.
No my love - shed not your tears
for such is wasted flesh I am attired in.
it is a great falsehood you carry
- as an uncrowned fool -
if believing your tears shall end this tale
with sublime ending.
I shall pay well as my forfeit decrees
- yes and rightly so -
my sorrowful love,
for I would defend your honour
time upon time,
and that was my choice to do so.
For your betrothal I held dearly
with much more height and depth
than my own meager existence.
So cry not, my sweet rose,
for that adds such a weight
to this burden I bear
with no regrets this far.
Yet - when I see your sorrow
it grieves me more
than my own trembling frame can suffer.
Please come here, my love,
let these arms embrace your shoulders,
let my breath take in your innocence,
for this will be a fond memory
to carry in my last hooded
and breathless act.
Tremble not, sweet love,
for are you not a shining ray
set to burst through
such a weighted darkness,
to throw your light about me
and gather up my soul.
To elevate my heart so high
it flies on a Nightingales chorus.
Listen love - do you not hear them
awaiting on my company,
then greet the morning Sun
with a smile upon my lips.
That hangman’s noose is ready
with but one name on it
and that is mine.
So go now, my love,
take yourself to a place
far from these miserable confines,
search out a true man to love you
and let not splendour
we almost shared, fade -
as this last night is fading.