Patior Pain

It breaks upon my dusty path,
The lost call enters entangled in her callous laugh,
The lake freezes before I lean to quench my thirst,
The ice, I have to crack to save my body from this curse.

She calls for me across the frozen lake land lost,
Her Poniard awaits me for my skin to cut.

In my head I see her silhouette,
But in my dreams she has horns,
What has happened to my enchantress?
Has life cast her soul, corrupted and cold?

They say external beauty fades,
Does internal beauty also grip this fate?
Is it too late to tint her soul of past mistakes?

Yet I search for her through stormy nights,
In ravelled rain and worn tears,
Never stopping for a break-
Till I bring her near.

She lurks at the end of the lake,
Upon an island all alone,
A place I know not where,
A place I have never known.

I would go to her in an instance,
Yet the water is of thin ice worn,
My rigging is broken,
Leaving us divided, like patterns un-sewn

There is a gate outside Heaven,
I never enter its seams,
Can never venture in without her,
From a distance, I hear her shattered screams.

There is the lake between us,
A flame, a fate, a Hell,
I wait for the ice to melt,
While I try to fix my sails.

Yet like past wanderers,
I am destined to fail,
Weltering on an icy floor,
Dust surrounding my patior pain,
A broken boat,a frozen lake,
A girl of torn name.

By Crazygirl

Note: Patior is the Latin for suffer.

The poem is about two people being divided. One person is outside the gates of Heaven and will not enter Heaven without their love. Their love is in trapped Hell.

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