Sparkatale

A Master and His Lady

In our lives, we all must abide

By the rules which govern life

And even though it is so sad,

I must soon see your body die

I hold on to your hand for time

For sweetly evanescent time

And nothing here could please me more

Than to simply let you go

Tell me Lord!

Tell me why!

Tell me, must my Lady go?!

Must my Lady go?!

Why must this be so?!

I’ve held on as long as I can

And now I must be rid of you

The bell, it keeps tolling for thee

And I must hand my lady up

Tell me Lord!

Tell me why!

Tell me, must my Lady go?!

Must my Lady go?!

Why must this be so?!

Whenever I look in here

The pristine bed sheets, oh so dear

My tears fall upon the sheets

Thinking of my dearest sweet

She has been so unfairly snatched away

And taken into the abyss

I would gladly just jump in

To toss her aside amongst the living

Tell me Lord!

Tell me why!

Tell me, must my Lady go?!

Must my Lady go?!

Why must this be so?!

I understand, in every life

There comes a time when the body dies

When the soul is taken from its shell

And cast into Heaven or Hell

Or sometimes taken somewhere else

And shaken and stirred all to meld

Into the multitude of beings

Who have not yet accepted their fate

Tell me Lord!

Tell me why!

Tell me, must my Lady go?!

Must my Lady go?!

Why must this be so?!

Can there be not one more moment

Between me and my greatest love

If I were God, before myself

I would place this dearest dove

And hold onto her so gently

As our love begins crumbling

Her ailing body pressing mine

Sobbing as she once more dies

Tell me Lord!

Tell me why!

Tell me, must my Lady go?!

Must my Lady go?!

Why must this be so?!

In this final dance I know

I cannot plead and beg to show

Her face just more final time

Before she’s taken and truly dies

I have accepted my lady’s gone

And now I roll on through my days

Waiting perhaps for death itself

And my own Final Knell

All I wanted was thrown away

The time that I call your last day

Your suffering and all your joy

Is meaningless upon this boy

Tell me Lord!

Tell me why!

Tell me, must my Lady go?!

Must my Lady go?!

Why must this be so?!

Whenever I think of us

I know there’s no longer an ‘us’

And I would seem to scale a bridge

Just to witness the space in which

Your beautiful soul occupies

The space between now and then

And the time that I finally give in

Tell me do I look that scared

Tell me do I look awry?

Tell me why!

Tell me, must my Lady go?!

Must my Lady go?!

Why must this be so?!

I know there is nothing wrong

Even so, it’d be bliss to die

And join my fine lady once more

In the throes of our passion

And finally just come to terms

…I will never see you again.