Thirio

The harmony of pale skin
and silk sheets is divine
it is forever unmatched
with its incredible might
suffocating sentience

in this, my lover is gold
as my dark, bronze radiance
shifts into a silver glow
shedding every memory
leaving our pulsating flesh

‘Inside me you'll see your ghost
in you, I see too many
my hauntings will end with you
but yours stay hidden in me
now, and always, we are one'

“I see none divine
a ghost of a witch
now stealing my life

why did I see thee
why do I love thee
why must I forgive thee

I've become a beast
your disgusting mutt
yearning for a feast”

‘Behold this body I've made
a wall no ghost may enter
I will share my silver heart
let you engulf it inflames
and gnaw until your teeth ache'

O, my dearest Thiria
“O, my dearest Thiria”
behold my true golden crown
“behold my true silver crown”
let two bodies share one heart
let two minds share one body

What a perfect meal
prepared by this pretty boy,
it would be impolite to eat
this beautifully cooked food without the proper toast

I think I'm aware
that you're meant to hold the cup
and bang it against the table
after that you hold it high and sing a sweet song

Now that I've recalled the steps, I will do it;
O bless this boy he recognizes the ritual
but I have no prayer to sing to this beautiful man
My tongue is too filthy to pray to a good God
Though, I do not know what god he adores

'Bless'd be this meal and this boy
I know nothing of thy nature
but I know that thou art watching
so we give many thanks to thee
and we ask thee for thy mercy!'

The boy seems happy,
sipping his drink as I do
His lips are so plump yet angled
Watching him eat and drink makes me yearn for his tongue

“There is not a need to pretend
if thou does not know of my god,
I am this village's dancer
not a crusader or zealout
I haven't the strength to be one“

I am just amazed
all I know were crusaders
and zealouts that robbed me of life,
but how can i trust that this boy is not the same?

'My boy, how rude of me to eat
this meal that you've prepared for us
without me knowing thy name or
thee not knowing my name either,
my name is Thiria, what's yours?'

“Thiria is a lovely name,
I am known as Eáthropho
If I may ask, where art thou from?
You seem to be a traveler,
but I see thou brought no luggage“

'I suppose that would be correct,
and I bring no luggage because
I've simply none to bring with me,
also, I'm not from anywhere
I've no life befor emeeting thee'

“Strange, how does someone have no life?
Is one, simply, in some deep sleep?
Or is there no trace of feeling,
those feelings that fill all our lives?
Perhaps there is a lifeless mind?“

he cannot understand my lifeless nature,
all of my sorrow and woe, my aches and misery
That hellscape, my prison, that I endured for a lifetime
To this boy, I am a woman, not some monster
I need him, Eáthropho, my lover

'I cannot show my lifelessness
but I must say Eáthropho,
I think that we should go to bed,
leave all of this philosophy,
come here Eáthropho my love'

Skin touching the grass,
and hair meeting dirt
How I have missed warmth from the sun
Forgotten,

I have forgotten this earth as it has
Memories have been molded with dreams,
thus creating illusion
witnessing all this life, restoration!
As I am restored

O, how my eyes weep
in joy and triumph
as I have returned to my home
Now I search;

I've roamed for so long,
through the hot desert,
through cold tundras, and the steep cliffs
unseen life?

No life reigns in this Land! No sheep, no dog,
no lion, no fish, nor small insect!
Has life here become extinct?
Have I been inside my hel for so long?
No, it cannot be

I refuse to think
or speak of all this!
I shall lay here under the sun,
and rest now

For if this is truly the end of the earth,
I will not wake as there is no one
No man beside me, no clock,
nor crowing eagle;

I have awoken
thus, life continues
How joyous, to behold the life
of all Man

What do my ears see,
this cheerful singing?
What is this crowd that celebrates?
am I blind?

Why haven't I seen these peoples before?
It doesn't matter, I will not mind
The beauty in all of them,
they are as paintings inside of paintings
O, I long for them

Who is this dancer
pale among the brown?
He seems as an angel of light
I must speak,

though, maybe I shall wait until he's done
The coils in his hair and his blue eyes,
like the sun through colored glass,
illuminates all

He has this certain
graceful form, he's as
a wild, but sophisticated,
horse in air

O, his flips, hist tricks,
his vocals, his cheers
This shall be my eternal love
my husband;

O, how I adore him, must he be done?
But, at last, I may speak to this man
My tongue has rested too long
Though I must know beauty and eloquence
I make my attempt:

'Hello fair dancer, performer
thy songs, cheers, and all thy technique
hath caught my eye and spirit
Thou art so bold and beautiful
with such fancy footwork and cheers

If I am no trouble to thee,
may I join thy court for supper?
Thou art so handsome and pretty,
I shall learn much more about thee
I wish to be thy company'

It's truly been long
so I hope my tongue
is pleasing to this dancer's ear
he responds:

“I thank thee for thy kindness, and
thy boldness to come speak with me
my heart swells with pleasure and joy
at this proposition from thee
of course you may come to mine home“;

I'm in true awe at this golden palace,
this dancer boy lives as a high king
I shall make my abode here
and be as a queen

His home is as a cathedral, a church,
where we shall worship our own bodies
we will melt and be solid,
become as gold ourselves, and celebrate
For we will be one

I am ruined in regret and sorrow, though
as rough stone is purified, I may be refined
I must shave my imperfection with knives
and tear into myself with swords, molding beauty
with the ugly, dirtiest, wounded hands that mock themselves

I will eat myself whole
to birth myself, and make all new
I will have unmarked and clean beauty

I shall capture the hearts of all living men
and make jealous, all the whores, maidens, and women
O, how beautiful I will become now
How natural, created by my own two hands
Now I shall mold, tear, and punish myself in spite and lust;

The feeling is tender
I laugh joyfully as I howl
at this sensation I've given to myself

I have no tears to shed, I'm made in beauty
I am as wild fire is made into a lamp
Despair, is now hope, and pain is pleasure
Though I am in vain beauty, it is beauty
As my passion still bellows and wails in this spiteful lust

I shall come back to earth
and kiss the grass another day
For I am made into beauty again

My heart bellows and wails to be satisfied in vain pleasure
My lips know no lips, my eyes know no eyes, my tongue knows no tongue, my sex knows no sex
I have no shame in my body's nakedness, filth, and ruin
Though I am in shame without my lovers

I quiver and lay in flesh and filth, with an empty wound unconsummated Woe, is my lonesomeness
My world collapses itself onto me, my body is tense like a pulled thread
O, how my body is now as a rusted sword, useless and shelved within darkness
I am as a virgin widow, with no seen husband on earth

How I yearn to come into the world again and see life
For I am living in death