The Lament of Phaethon

I'm sundered. A thousand shards of what I ought to be Scattered among umbrageous stars Of ancient silence. And I'm exhausted, finally. I screamed to the universe my venomous capitulation and frailty. Said it out loud among the stars, Said it in abject defiance... Exhausted, eternally. They keep eyeing me, chanting and singing songs of death, O, luminaries of the Great Void! And despair sets in, and I break within. In my dreams, I make a funeral pyre To all my hope and desire, And a march for Death, the ancient purifier. Life that grew within Dissipates quietly into oblivion: From higher self to the lowly vermin, All embraced by my eschaton. Who will sing my story, The ruin of my love on the path of the spheres? Over the aeons, over the vast expanse Let these fragments speak of a former glory While I, Phaethon, scatter in tears. Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone. I would try, but try not, to release my heart. In my dreams, I make a funeral pyre To all my hope and desire, And a march for Death, the ancient purifier.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025