Dear Soul

THERE was a man whom Fate named my Love, and he, his High Code honouring, went with fast steps along the Shore of Time, across my Life, left his traces on my Sands, set the luminaries balanced on the Wheel of Fortune.

Once the man whom Fate named my Love cried out, "Dear Soul, hear my story!" I did and then I prayed to the Sun for his Noble Path but treading along the radiant road made him lonely. And then I called loudly to the Stars of Destiny to comfort him but their blue songs only made him sad. I called loudly to the Sea of Fame to praise him but its glorifying hymns only left him sober.

And then the man whom Fate named my Love sought the horizon and cried to the Wind, "I will my story tell till my own words, re-echoing, shall send their loneliness and beauty with your wildwhirls; and my own whispering words return soothing to me!" And then my clouds fled. And then my ancient burden departed. The darkness changed all his vows to inarticulate moan among my desolation.

I called loudly to the Night to take the man whom Fate named my Love from my heart to the cold Land of Oblivion but my body bled and died crossing the borders of Faith. And I cried out, "Dear Soul, hear my story!" He did and called loudly to Heaven to unleash us, and called loudly to Abyss to unleash us. And we dissolved in Great Void, me and the man whom I named my Love.