Advent's Elegy

Illustration by Lovely Dator

Livid winter, we meet again

In this ragged earth we once fell

Once to the heart, twice to the soul

Thrice the pain that wretches evermore.

The church bells ring hollow

In a heart tempered by sorrow

Between ill-fated bonds we thus share

Grief and despair where our minds lay bare

Amidst the joyous season

I loathe myself in deep hatred

Fluttering the wings of buried angels

Carrying secret whispers once silenced and wasted.

Love, an eternal ring filled in green

Springs with life as many rejoice,

Gathering around as they sing carols,

Whilst forgetting those beneath without a voice

Seething rage coalesced beneath the wreath

As the first candle lit with feigning light

Sitting over a pedestal of blank faces

Illuminating hope when darkness shines bright

Wicked it was to bring false solace

Standing proud as a beacon of ignorance,

A mirror of humanity’s worst kindness

And the genesis of a ruler’s unforgiving hands

To where do we seat in this garden of thorns

Where the second candle flickered to life

Towering above the agony where no comfort lie

In the carousel of faith where many cling blind.

Many prayed as they held the knife’s edge

Fingers slowly sinking as they cast their creed

Shouting penance to the god they hold dear

Unbeknownst of his lies which they adhere

But perhaps it is only but the bitter voice of one

Who is tired of all life’s misery

Accusing even the divine

When her cup is empty of wine

Alas, the candle of joy was lit inside

Over a world blanketed in fields of white

Where there was only ripples in blue starlight when it rained

Over a sunny day where her happiness waned

A heavy sigh came by from those that once wept

Over the jealous kings who crowned themselves,

Hearing the prayers of those who pulled their strings

Beneath the shade of a fallen angel’s wings.

Surges of fire swallow over the unfortunate

Swept by the unbearable sin they did not commit

Leaving only but a few to survive

To see the light of the fourth candle kindling alive.

All were in full circle, so too is the eternity we all share

A love promised by a creator

To vagabonds in the wilderness of the world:

An eternal realm where all evil are churned

And thus she believed one last time

Kneeling before the wreath where the last candle shine

“May we meet again, in his kingdom come

Where the throne of heaven is above the divine.”