You say that I have been there.
I know you have.
Been to the castle of darkness where the Black Prince awaits you.
Where chambers of misery, grief and despair are locked with tears, hate and
sorrow.
Chains of death hang about the neck of the Black Prince
Chains you can choose for yourself to wear.
Chains to have, to bind and imprison your sorrows forever.
Chains so that you forget the meaning of life and struggle to decide what is
right in this world.
The Black Prince keeps birds in a cage
Made of thin wires of suffering.
The songs of these birds are the tears of blood she by those
Who are snared within their chains
And cannot escape.
Blood shed by those unsure of their worth and existence in this world.
These birds are forced to sing all the time
So their cage is filled with blood.
You kneel before the Black Prince.
Asking of him how you can cure your suffering.
He does not speak, but draws a chain from around his neck
And gives it to you to wear as you please.
This chain is the chill of frost, the cry of an animal trapped in the
cold-teeth of steel.
Some wear these chains, others do not.
We have borne ours,
You longer than I.
These chains reek of doom
Of rotten rancid flesh in a charnel house.
A cold fence
Of despair
Has settled round you
With no gate to let others pass through.
Nobody can enter unless you let them in.
I didn't want to let anyone in.
Did you?
Closed within this fence
In the castle of darkness
Before the Black Prince
With fear, fetid and foul all about you
You are at the crossroads
Where a prisoner hangs from a blackened, dying tree.
I know that prisoner.
The Statue That Weeps

 
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