"Gud styrke dig, hvor du i Verden går
Gud glaede dig, hvis du for hans fodskammel står
Her skal jeg vente till du komme igjen
Og vente du hisst oppe, vi traeffes der, min Ven!" – Solvieg’s Song

I

The perception is, as if, it was drenched in blood;

A small flash of crimson, in the vision – then a flood.

A crow spread its wings, and it takes to the skies;

So too – the fury spans, begins to rise, and rage flies.

Only a bit of control; bitter whispers, troll,

Echoing in the skull bone cave.

A zombie arisen from the grave;

Mouse wheel will scroll, louse starts to stroll.

His heart pumps defiantly,

His lungs breathe violently.

His heaven his hell – his haven his shell.

He is dust drifting through the wastes,

And the dry grains the mouth tastes.

The skin rains perspiration,

Covering like acid precipitation.

His flesh is adorned with lethiferous intaglio –

But, like heat from the ice – incisions are incognito.

From birth, sworn to repression, through social contract.

Married to death, no egression, life’s purpose to distract

The mind; from the inevitability of this deadly, nuptial union.

An artificial, solitary person; awaits genuine, total seclusion.

II

The way vocal onomatopoeia, reverberates in the loneliness

(Like those whispers he hears in his caverns emptiness);

His feelings encyclopedia registers an entry that’s mysterious,

In its distorted repetition, he at first classifies it as: delirious.

The shroud is shed. The sound waves, now, show (crowd waves at a show)

That the emotion (mis-categorized) is drawing near;

And with each new refrain grow more distinct and clear,

Propelling forward like oars row (moving closer and towards the first row).

His heart beat slacks;

Inhales, and exhales – relax.

His paradise, and purgatory – splice.

He is an oasis, to a voyager who has (restlessly) marched

Through desolation; that first cessation, of those who are parched.

His soul, now exposed, his ambrosia.

Tones balanced, and composed – synesthesia.

His spirit identifies the unknown sensation as: meridional;

Fluctuation between, mercurial and tranquil, peaceful and temperamental.

Adolescent ignorance, cultured affliction; but embraces (unknown) acceptance.

He lost care for the demise (irrevocable destiny). Each instant, a second chance.

He knew: the invisible wife, of his lonely life, would lead him to a common destination;

This brought on mortal intensification, and (perhaps) others await him, at final way-station.

Composed By: A.D.