I Rectify your Error

I rectify your error
with urges of despair
I watch your body disappear
into the nighttime air
I hear your shadow weep
as your ailing body sleeps
and I know
that you can not know
that I am watching over you
protecting you
from the truth.
In constant state of madness
you toss and turn and cry
and my duty to defend you
appears to be a lie.
I crush the morning sun
with the darkness of my heart
one cannot be alone
with the faint of heart.
And now the sounding of the harp
and then the final war
and in the days to come
we shall heed the whore
and time will stand still
and the rivers will run dry
the moon shall hang limp
weeping as we die
for life was meant to end
and the ending calls us near
and so, my friend, that is why
I have followed you here.
You shall be the final act
upon my silent stage
and you shall thank the world for me,
your brutal, honest sage.

3-2-1999