Gabrielirion - Melanite Requiem Poem by Sebastian Priotese

Sing to me,
Third requiem.
Sing yourself unto me, requiem,
For this is an ecumenical sadness,
My love…
It is the dust and vellichor-covered
Grief of the monk that is buried
In the God that fills his hermitage,
The sadness of a church whose
Stained glass is broken,
The sadness of one Uriel
Who could not control his fire
And thus dropped it at his feet.
Sing to me and run away
From this blaze of the angels,
More hideous through its minimalism
Than hell's fully equipped torture chambers.
Run, run far, sweetheart,
Only then the bells will be able to
Disfigure your face from the sky as if you
Were tempestuous clouds.
Cover my eyes so I may not see the light
And run.
This room has to be eternity and
I an immortal intruder.
This immortality's so glacial.
All the full things aspire, sooner or later,
To brokenness and I rip the descent
Like a skeletal eagle trying to protect
The dove that plucked its eyes out.
Abashed the devil stood and felt
How awful goodness is, Gabrielirion