Grandiose Sorrow

Grandiose sorrow is haunting my heart
As if this dark world that is built of light
Were mine to change or ever had been such,
Wreckage of hopes unwarranted I am

Mine to undergo not to overcome
Long has my melancholy understood
As it played drowned melodies deep in me
Ravishing in grief’s sad consolation 

Is there harmony in devastation
A metamorphic hope within lost hope,
Song itself relieved of need for power,
Tremble that’s gold at the edge of abyss?

Blind moon yet reflective be my witness
As this art comes to know itself witless