A requiem, a Cantata and a lullaby

[LordCeleborn]

A requiem, a Cantata and a lullaby

26th of July the year of our Lord 2005, Final Entry

 

As everything in life and not in life must make its circle to be reborn.

For the last 1020 years I have rejoiced the life that no man has ever felt. I felt immortal passion, lustful desire, unspoken and untold pain, I have gazed into the eyes of true fear and screamed my life out and also gazed him back in contempt. But as said the circle must now become the infinite ring of my existence. Nobody must cry for somebody that has finally reached the point that I live right now. No tears of sorrow must be shed cause now I hold the answer to all that I ever needed to know. No I know not of god and creation or meaning to life. I have gazed deep into the abyss and felt the cold touch of shadows alluring me into the dance of eternity. A dance that I have bowed to and cherished each moment as I would my last. So let the organ of the great cathedral play not, Cause dead I am but simply dead no more.

 

The last 3 years of my life my journal lacked of updates but there is not space in time for words when feelings express their meaning through true unconditional and so-lusted love. A love that I craved for, as no man has ever did, as no man has ever fought for. For those that know this is not just words of someone with delirium of grandeur, for those people know the pain I felt to reach my immortal dream into a sleepless night of a millennia. As said I have finally found love and my heart is filled with joy cause everyday I stare at her my heart breaks into a thousand pieces and rumbles down a mountain as high as the deepest oceanic canyon. I stand now at the edge of this cliff again, and dealt all my cards, there is no ace in my sleeve this time, no surprise. She is the light of my life and I, the relic of time, now dim under her glorious light.

 

She spent the last 8 almost months into a new covenant that I so much enjoy to say that it is full of gloriously open-minded and sometimes even poetic mundanes and immortal souls of great glory and fame. I have seen her again as my young Juliette smiling in delight. I have seen her soul ascending once again full of feelings as the Queen she always was. New friends and acquaintances soon have arisen to be revealing passion and desire, for knowledge, lust and, what else but, feelings. She has grown to be a very possessive creature I suppose since she, as I, started to “want” to have all that she couldn’t, a poet’s desire and an architect’s goal. Young Orpheus was introduced to me as a mundane, a musician and a singer, a man of great talent and dreams. A name well suited if you ask me for a mundane of such abilities and will to seize his future. Soon the mundane was a child of the night. I don’t want to know by whom, definitely not from her but he was. Once again I bend the rules and adopt him under the veil of princedom, nobody will ever ask, they better not. She fell in love and it was so sudden and potent that there is no tool to break this bond of theirs, thus this was my present to my disobedient princess. And as you can surely understand it all went downwards from this point on. A hazardous and violent storm that passed over her body and soul and ravaged every piece of it just to find her smiling at the end of the road. Many times I’ve seen them exchanging glares that soon seemed a thunderstorm, singing under the veil of night over life and death … their favourite subject it seems, Bach would be so happy for the effort given to this cantata. Who am I to fool a thousand years old corpse, I love him as much as she does, who couldn’t I wonder. His gentle voice in contradiction with his passion over the keys of this wrecked piano, who could resist his charms and childish so naïve love. Hah, tears fill my eyes, he reminds me of somebody else hopelessly in loved, unconditionally insane and so, so naïve. The Circle is closing my son, the circle is closing Sebastian.

 

Sebastian, my time is almost over, in some days from now I will be falling asleep, forever not, but asleep for the first time in a thousand years my souls feels in total bliss I surrender my self to the calm sea, the storm is over I can see a brilliant rainbow rising in almost shame behind those dark clouds. I urge you to take my place my son. Take what is rightfully yours. Protect her and stay here forever until a new forever comes. With this letter I give you full rights over Her and the city. She is yours but remember, possession never meant abuse for me, but care and adoration. Follow my steps into the Shadows and become all that I ever was and was not but not all I ever didn’t wanted. In this letter there is a letter for Japheth too. He will be the only that will know where I am and he will take care of my next arrival only when it is most needed. For now, I give my staff to the next generation.

 

From now on you are me.

Live, love, feel and learn.

 

Lord Romeo Montague

Prince of Thessaloniki, Lord of Shadows, Sire and Master of Lady A. J. Capulet.

 

 

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Many thanks to,

laas7 , for her idea into a more sensible ending

Orpheus, My beloved - for making it true

Endelva, For being the who she is and making my dream reality

 

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Writer's Note

Sleep my beloved, sleep to rise again twice stronger.

Sleep cause you above all you deserve it now.

Completion hurts but in a revealing way I know

I love you, always in me, one with you

Sebastian will reign for a while

No Goodbyes ... I dont even know if I will last.

[Orpheus]

I quoted this once before in the past. It seems befitting to do so once again, here; for it is here.

 

Mit Fried und Freud ich fahr dahin,

in Gottes Willen;

getrost ist mir mein Herz und Sinn,

sanft und stille,

wie Gott mir verheissen hat :

der Tod ist mein Schlaf worden.

 

I hope it doesn't trouble you if I mourn in happiness and longing, for I do. This text follows and is interweaved with the following.

 

Heute wirst du mit mir im Paradies sein.

 

The same that would not escape your memory, or rather, that your memories would not abandon.

 

Thank you. I thank you with all my heart, and secretely I bid you stay...

 

 

The Muses be with you,

-Orpheus,

looking ahead, confident.

[Nienna]

Oι αναγνώστες μας απαιτούσαν ένα τέλος... Τους έδωσες κάτι παραπάνω από ένα όμορφο τέλος, τους έδωσες το τέλος το ανέφικτο, το τόσο ζεστό όσο ψυχρό... Τους ικανοποίησες νομίζω, αφήνοντας τους μια γλυκιά μα και πικρή γεύση στο στόμα.

 

Όσο για την Ιουλιέττα, εκείνη ξέρει κάτι παραπάνω για τη διπλωματία σου, και ξέρει πως όταν κλέινει ένα ημερολόγιο κανείς δεν λέει πως κάποια στιγμή δεν θα αρχίσει ένα άλλο... Κανείς δεν ξέρει για πόσο ο χιλιόχρονος ταξιδευτής θα κοιμάται. Απλώς το νέο ημερολόγιο το φως της μέρας για χάρη του κοινού μας ας μην το δει, ας το δει μόνο όποιος χώνει αρκετά τη μύτη του εκεί που 'δεν πρέπει'. Μιχιχιχιιχι!

 

Πες στον αγαπητό μου αδερφούλη τον Σεβαστιανό πως μπορεί να πήρε την πόλη αλλά τις κάλτσες του θα τις μαζεύει, και οι γωνίες θα παραμείνουν καθαρές. Τον αγαπάω παρ'όλα αυτα - απλώς είναι... γκουχ γκουχ αδερφούλης και όχι πατέρας.

 

Καλόν ύπνο και καλό ξύπνημα χιλιόχρονο όνειρο, σκιά πίσω από την κουρτίνα. Σε περιμένω, και από ότι βλέπω όχι μόνον εγώ! Θυμάσαι; Είχα πει πως έπρεπε να μάθουμε να φτιάχνουμε... τέλη! Τώρα ξέρεις.

[Elsanor]

 

Όμορφον (-α).

 

An when nothing more than a mere memory, a failing thought, a glipse of the dream of the past remains, we are reminded that kindred live in fleeting dreams, in nigthmares red -and thick- as blood.

 

 

--Robert Brown, Sebastian's childe of the Promethians

Edited July 26, 2005 by Elsanor

[LordCeleborn]

Ευχαριστω πολυ εαν και καθηστεριμενα .. πολυ καθηστεριμενα.