| Conan's Lament |
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| August 2002 |
| Medium: Mechanical pencil |
| Comments: Okay, so I was getting ready for another riveting day of work when I became very interested in how Conan would view the moon. While I was showering, words started popping into my fevered little brain and I had to write them down. Afterward, I sketched this out. |
| I stand and watch The night's full moon Bathed in its light Drowning in its light Once such a moon Meant new beginnings A secret meeting Her face brilliant Awash in its glow Wind-chapped cheek Pressed to my breast Two lovers Enjoying life Like the moon At its fullest The moon laughed with us Earth-bound mortals Alive in the moment Swept away In our love We believed our lives To be at their fullest Where can one go from here? Nowhere The full moon will wane And the moment is lost Nowhere to go but down No place for life in death When I next saw her Awash in moonlight Golden locks aglow Clenched to my breast Her blood on my lips Blue eyes glazed Bloodless pallor blinding The moon laughed at us Mortality Eternity Denying either Consumed by both I turn from the window The moon still plays Casting shadows over my heart It remembers And knows me For it has been naught But a silent observer Unable to live Unable to die Just watching Countless millennia As am I. |