Bride of Oblivion

[Lynchenberg]

Ethereal maiden, guardian of the Source of All;
How can I allow you to answer oblivion’s call?
Briefly with this beast your beauty blended;
Has our passion been born as existence ended?

Collapsing under the weight of wickedness, I fell;
How did I enter arms as holy as the lamb of Israel?
They soothed my pain, and sent my troubled heart spinning;
Was it you, bound in aureate trimming?

You revealed your presence, pristine and pleasing;
Dare I suggest I found you Elysian?
Each word you spoke merited accompaniment by lyre;
Is there anything about you that does not set my heart afire?

Yet fast spreads the new world order;
The name of Earth echoes across oblivion’s border;
But my memories will not die in solitude;
As you receive my final kiss with gratitude.