by Jonas Hyde

Created on: January 06, 2009

Adieu (The final words of Gilles de Rais)

On this eve I bid adieu,

as night's fall does proach,

and tho' in truth I beg not to encroach,

pon your time or even guilt too,

for salvation I beg anew.

Curse of crime and dastardly deed,

chains my soul prisoner to this day,

for on my path I walked astray,

possessed by thirst and greed,

as to these sins and more I do concede.

Where to begin I do not know,

save to start where all tales do,

just be sure that when I am through,

you feel not pain or woe,

for this wicked garden I myself did sow.

At morn's light I am set to die,

as the woven fibers of my crimes,

hang my body till death's bell chimes,

an eye for an eye,

so on this final night I bemoan and cry.

I go to sleep this eve knowing my fate,

fearing not the dawn,

fearing not for my sins are long forgone,

stead tonight I sit and wait,

for punishment deserved born of sickness and hate.

I know my soul should fear,

the coming of the end,

but it does not for I know I must amend,

to pay for crimes so severe,

for in sorrow I am sincere.

No longer do I thirst for the taste more,

of young life wetting my palate,

but my fate was sealed with the hammering of the magistrate's mallet,

ending my sins of yore,

crimes that now even I abhor.

Instead I cry out in sorrow,

as I mourn those who fell victim to my sin,

prepare for my eternal suffering to begin,

as my ain death will come tomorrow,

a day more I cannot borrow.

Those who call me friend,

say the Tempter grabbed hold of me and has not let go,

but this I know,

the level of my sins transcend,

but hope for my salvation shall ne'er end.

Just remember I was once simply a man as you,

and this is my final farewell,

tho' woken from the Tempter's spell,

my crimes broke nearly every taboo,

and with every death my punishment I did accrue.

So I scribe these words in the ink of my sin,

leaving my last breath as one of hoped atonement,

and I would pray for death's postponement,

if I knew where to begin,

but my fate is sealed and always has been.

To Him,

I beg for your arms,

to enjoy your infinite charms,

for tho' life led was grim,

my soul yearns for the favour of your whim.

To those who fell beneath my curse,

your eternity shall be far more bountiful than mine,

tho' do not think me to pine or whine,

or that I want you to be swayed by this verse,

as I know my life has been beyond perverse.

To those who I leave behind I offer this search,

judge me not only by my mark of madness,

for to do so would cause great sadness,

I know I had walked a path of sin with a lurch,

but consider the offerings I brought to both

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