At This Table

Hours pass as I sit at the table,
Patiently awaiting a knock at the door,
Break the stillness and ease the pain,
That has now come over me,
Fear that nobody will arrive.

Her beauty graces this earth,
No, that is not true,
For she would make the gods look in awe,
Her eyes shine like a pale moon on calm waters,
Her hair is what makes the willows weep, in jealousy,
Skin softer than the clouds in heaven,
And a smile that could calm Satan.

Whose wrath do I suffer at this table,
Why has the Universe punished me so,
Did she come to me as a test,
Of which I have failed, or have I passed,
Slam my fists on the table,
Through this night I hope I can last.

Down the crowded streets she advances,
About her body the garb of paradise,
For is whence she came I believe,
Lost in such a horrid world,
Her dreams of romance must now be shattered,
Is she corporeal or merely my vision.

I pull back the curtains adorning my windows,
Staring out into the emptiness of night,
Black is the sky as is my heart,
For all is silent, there is nothing,
Yet it is so heavy on my burdened soul,
I shed a single tear,
It takes an eternity to fall,
Breaking on the floor beneath my feet.
Her song can make a demon cry,
So she sings while she comes my way,
The voice travels a thousand years,
It is the light for my study,
How can she survive in this cruel world,
Maybe she needs help,
And so to her I do approach.

Into my ear she gently whispers,
My stance is broken,
On the ground I now cry,
So now we walk away...

It was to no paradise she brought me,
But to this damned table,
Now it is here I am left, alone,
Far from me she has gone,
Abandoning me to this life of hell.

Fond memories still remain,
If I knew what I did now,
I fear I would do the same once again...

-- Aria