Paradise In This Dark Place
A shade in hopeless lamentation, well
Beyond the saving graces of the Fates –
As Satan’s kindred have I tasted Hell,
But once to glimpse the light of Heaven’s gate.
For Love is surely tantamount to God,
Thus I knew Paradise in this dark place
And smiled amid my torment, overawed –
At last a man of Faith in Her embrace.
My body may have burned, but I could feel
No sorrow, for my heart lay in Her hands…
…And fell to ashes mourning her reveal:
She too was but a vision of the damned.
No weapon of the devil’s grand design
May cut so deeply: She was never mine.