by Gabriel Taylor

Created on: June 01, 2010

“Lunatic”

This is most obscene, you have to known my sweet Selene

You must choose a side, Oh beloved goddess of the tide

How could I’ve been brought through this mire, How can a goddess be a liar?

How could you my beloved flee? I remember the day that you left me

How can this be?! That only now you withdraw your love, I see

By all the stars in the sky, my dearest deity why?

Divine Lady born of the sky, it is most important that you tell me why

This is most obscene, why can’t you tell me Selene?

Could it be, that your mind changes like tides of the sea

Then when we met you lied. Ah, that leaves my tongue tied

Of course it could be, that a mistake was made by me

My mind is a murky quagmire, this would make me the liar

This is quit dire, for my mind has betrayed me to the role of a liar

But it is my mind on which I rely, therefore this is a fantasy, but why?

No it most assuredly cannot be, there is a romance between you and me

This is most obscene, this your mockery of love Selene

I will not be belied; I am as persistent as the tide

Forever I will be present when you rise from the sea

For there is a love between you and me, that you surely must see

True you did raise my ire, I was being played like Apollo’s lyre

You left me you lied, I was tossed away like flotsam in the tide

Yet still you are the apple of my eye, the reason I could never answer why

This is beyond obscene, I confess all to you Selene

Our love shall forever be, Even if you are not in a world with me

It cannot be, that your love has waned for me

I hold hope that you will reunite with me, before you return to the sea

My love is not obscene! What I feel is divine Selene

Out love is like the immortal pyre, believe the man that is not a liar

Alas a sigh, you cannot care for me and this is why

Reality is upon its side, I am nothing to you but kelp in the tide

But there is no need to deride, my heartstrings and resolve are already tied

I will wait here by sea, until you return to me

Our love shall never die, though you have, and so this is why?

Here forever I’ll be. Alas it is dawn and you must return to the sea

As the sun ascends higher, I can hear the faint sound of Apollo’s lyre

This jest of the gods is most obscene, sweet Lady of the moon my beloved Selene

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