Andromache

Andromache, Andromache Queen.

Helikoan speaks from lands unseen.

Troy had fallen, Gemmel is dead.

Agamemnon killed, the Mykene unlead.

Dying is bliss,

The living is hell

For what we miss,

The dead can’t tell

When hope is lost,

Just come across.

And once you enter,

The pain doesn’t matter

Not anymore.

Not ever more.

We all have a time appointed.

We all have a role anointed.

We are all led to believe eventually;

The pain will stop, physically, emotionally.

But it doesn’t.  It couldn’t.

It’s a fucking lie.

No soul is given greater than it can bear,

Such a burden, the bottom of the stair.

That when you fall, it won’t be to Tartarus.

That Allah measures hope against utterers

Of patience and faith and sinners and saints.

But Satan whispers, and despair taints.

The days are bleak, the nights insane.

One day you are Abel, one day Cain.

One day a saint, one day a sinner.

And everyday, faith becomes fainter.

A distant memory.

I have decided after much thought,

For too long the battle has been fought.

That every time you start to believe and hope,

The sun has risen, you start to cope.

The dawn has broken, the birds about.

The Night is yours, the stars shine out.

It was all false, it was a mirage.

That in the end, merely a facade.

It was all a fucking lie.

I am tired, I can’t go on.

I want to sleep forever gone.

And never wake up in earthly bounds.

Not even arise when the Trumpet sounds.

I’ve tried so hard, I’ve done my best.

But in the end, I failed the Test.

I talked to God, I sought redemption.

I saw Shaykh Hisham, I got no mention.

The tariqa’ is for the sick who can be cured.

But when the qalb is dead, the soul inured.

There is no pain, no feeling, no hope.

No Divine reason for me to cope.

There is nothing.

A million dollars before Cronus ascends,

To secure my legacy before Mika’il descends.

To fulfill my duty, two drachma in my eyes.

I’m crossing the Styx, Charon in disguise.

I’ve tried to sleep thrice before.

Each time I failed to cross the door.

My Night is gone, my God denied.

I’ll go the road Heath Ledger tried.

I want to sleep and never arise.

To pain and sorrow and Divine lies.

So if I don't see you before then - farewell traveller.

Harlequin