Elysion has been published in All of Me Vol. IV, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing.

Listen to Elysion by Richard Charles Stevens (Crash Suite)

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How beautiful was She
How beautiful was She
.
Creatures of the wildwood crept
To gather tears my body shed
The badge of years sincerely dressed
Beat fiercely in my heaving breast
The breeze caressed the trees with ease
While leaves beneath address bequeathed
The air was steeped of blessèd tone
Expressing hope no less esteemed
Than nested dreams foreseen of old
Compelling theme no less than bold
The madness to my method seemed predestined as the shadows wreathed
And underneath the cottage eaves
A narrow pathway halfway told
A tale of ancient lovers blest
Its silver crest embossed in gold
.
Fashioning the fabric of our enigmatic dream
Fashioning the fabric of our enigmatic dream
.
How beautiful was She
That I could barely breathe her name
As I ran the jagged edge along the entrance to my vein
Bled a deeper shade of me than ever I had wept
Forever and a day now
I was kept
.
I was kept
As had forever been the way
For She connected every bleeding vein
How beautiful was She
That I could barely breathe her name
Reflective of the one fine day we met
.
I stepped betwixt the nestled twigs
And all the while my eyes were fixed
Upon the prize of aeons in reprise
We sat upon the bench and kissed each whisper of the longing mist
Prolonging this long preordained arrival
The tidal whims of dreamers seen anew
Through eyes of morrows bloomed
A waltz resumed
From ashes scattered
Every moon her lashes batted
.
Every moon her lashes batted
Every moon her lashes batted
Every moon her lashes batted
Batted
Batted
Batted
Batted
.
Fashioning the fabric of our enigmatic dream
Fashioning the fabric of our enigmatic dream
Fashioning the fabric of our enigmatic dream
Enigmatic dream
Enigmatic dream
Dream
.
How beautiful was She
That I could barely breathe her name
As I ran the jagged edge along the entrance to my vein
Bled a deeper shade of me than ever I had wept
Forever and a day now
I was kept
.
Forever and a day now
I was kept
Thus I bled a deeper shade of me than ever I had wept
How beautiful was She
That I could barely breathe her name
As deep in the Elysion I leapt
.
How beautiful was She
That I could barely breathe her name
As deep in the Elysion I leapt
.
Deep in the Elysion I leapt
Deep in the Elysion I leapt
Deep in the Elysion
Deep in the Elysion
Deep in the Elysion we leapt
We leapt
We leapt
Deep in the Elysion we leapt
We leapt
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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