To the Grave I Belong - Nox Aurea

O' splendid Death, how I do long for Thee

Please, carry me through embellished gates

For the veracious reflection of my soul’s mirror

Glisten bright in unconscious passion

The lust for eternal departure

For in my dreams

The heart’s most beloved

I do breathe nevermore…

In the distress of life I demand

The plagues from below to storm again

And so they swept through the world

Yearning for liberty

As I witnessed once in the mournful visions

I now behold the grandiose gate

To the vastly unknown

For this I do proclaim;

to the grave I belong

Since all I perceive brings me anguish and doubt

For which poem in the world could portray

The woeful absurdity of inception’s cause

From nothingness to sordid matter?

We do not belong to this stillborn world

But to the endless void, the void of it’s grave…

O' splendid Death, how I do long for Thee

Please, carry me through embellished gates

For the veracious reflection of my soul’s mirror

Glisten bright in unconscious passion

The lust for eternal departure…