Sorrows Of Charming Lyrics
Sarahnading me to sleepHer song profound, how sweet it soundsI am enthralled as I listen and weepShe sings of Her romanticistic idealsAs my tears fall like rain from black storm-clouds aboveThis melody treats a starving insomniac to a musical feastAnd this is from where I drew my misconceptions of loveIn Her palatial room asleep, I'd watch Sarahccubus dreamBearing witness to Her slumber, always brought me to such peaceWhilst I beheld the Sarahnity of my beloved Sleeping BeautySimple delights in a paradise that I thought would never ceaseThese walls encased our carnal raptures;the pleasures that lovers seeThese simple delights in a paradisethat unbeknownst to mewould shortly cease...What entwining tides of time shalt suffer unto fortune's swine?That She would grace a pedastal that I would exalt in the dead of nightWhy doth thou flaunt thy femininity with another that mightWhither in these same tragic blights that plague this despondent heart of mine?Thus; hear my obsession..."A twisted curse is what thou livesA fable of love, with folklore 'twixtOut of adoration thou cannot be blissedSo soon thou seeks remission from an empty kiss"Thus; hear my obsession...What wondrous ornaments were torn down from the nighting skies?That graced a twinkling, glowing aura behind those bewildering eyes?Her splendour, an elegance to which the higher echelons subsidedAn exquisite magnificence that graced the Earth in the magickthat Aphrodite providedThis majesty, my Princess with swan-like grace and eloquenceDrowned with me in wonderland where the regal would perform their awed obeissanceBut what becomes of yesterday, as tomorrow's shores lie dimmed?Would She break the man inside the beast, and take away hisgrandeur from him?When worshipping Her was the only love that He ever knewAn ardent affair He would acclaim but ensnared passions wouldn't subdueMy archangelic enchantress roams nonchalant, abliss, abroadBut somewhere the symphony of life hath struck a deafeningfoul chord...I nearly died, attempting suicideUnder the same zodiac and in the same vainBut I would not chide this ill-fated rhymeFor love-sickened sorrow swallowed for me a bleak baneMy love was in vainConducting the symphonies that these illustrious orchestras playBut why doth dirge infiltrate music this way?Slowly suffocating, suffusing the air with my mourning, tragic songWith solemn words I Sarahnade my enthralled throng; thus"This romance has died to an ill-fated fearThat this love would flourish eternally abundant throughoutechoing blissed yearsBut poets haven't verses to convey my painsOnly now that dusk falls, the memory of holding theereturns again..."And then it fadesAs I realise what game thou doth play...
Demonic Sorrows Of Charming
