Concerto

Not a tune
That could make you swoon
No sign of any boon

Not a sound
That could turn time around
And not make you stound

No melody
That could let me be
And make you happy

Nothing
Twang of the string
Listen to this broken violin

Eternal Genesis

A dying sun burns away
As the wind blows astray

Carrying a fulfilling loneliness,
The higher being's companion
Who seeks redemption
Finding nothing save everlasting emptiness

Shadowed by a darkness eternal
Plaguing the cursed immortal

Upon this hill
Overlooking their graves
The air above their tombstones so still
One of immortality's slaves

Evil sheathed in these veins
Bound by immortality's chains
Blood that simply won't clot
Flesh and bones which rot not

A wish left unfulfilled:
For the freedom I seeketh
Lies in naught but death