Ecstacy, a strange happiness

I wandered for centuries,
Looking for the cause
Behind this undeniable, wretched pain
That cut into me, full of remorse.

My heart seemed cut open,
Mercilessly ripped out of me;
The reason for it, I didn’t know,
A thousand priests, I did see.

I asked the priests, the elves, fairies;
Not one knew what to do.
Then a wise maiden I did seek,
Who knew, and had felt it too.

Her hair flew about her,
A tempest, right in itself.
The beautiful red, the sharp white slashes,
The long strands, the mark of an elf.

‘You look’, told a silent whisper.
‘Look for the one that completes you,
You will feel ecstasy, a strange happiness,
And you will find your love, true.’

‘Fare thee well,’ and away she went,
Her hair, as if colouring the air.
I heard her words again and again,
Find my love, would I dare?

I wandered for centuries, a journey again;
Looking for this unknown end,
To this undeniable, wretched pain which
Had sent me to the world’s end.

My heart seemed cut open,
Mercilessly ripped out of me.
The reason for it, I now knew;
Travel I did, across the sea.

I reached a land:
Exotic, inviting, seductive and strange.
And I stood, inhaling its air,
Mesmerised, with the sudden change.


I looked for her,
The end to my pain;
I wondered who she was,
So I could finally be sane.

A crowded street, shouts, cries;
A labyrinth of people, insignificant.
The bright colours, stalls, booths;
The stall in a corner, vacant.

Ecstasy, and a strange happiness,
A deeming of colour, of magic.
There she stood, an aura about,
And there ended this life, so tragic.

The long strands, of scarlet blood;
The eyes, a gray of thunder;
Translucent skin, diamond smooth,
And I watched, transfixed with wonder.

I almost staggered, overcome with awe.
The beauty, serenity, the violence of it,
My pain, the insanity, forever gone.
The world, for me, now suddenly lit…

I found myself, now fully complete;
No more pain; the joy finally set in.
And I knew, the time was come
That my life would, really, begin.