the temple flower and the remorseless darkness

There is comfort in the darkness
A remorseless anonymity
The arms around me are the arms of destiny
The thought of her creates its own fragrance
But those arms are not here anymore
And there is a comfort in the darkness
And the remorseless anonymity

Nursing a funk
The liberation - my mind a misogynist
A misanthrope, a recluse
A violent nothingness
A conclusive darkness
A remorseless anonymity

Of temple flowers
And forgotten moments
The lost pulchritude, a leering sigh
A warrior's shield
A remorseless darkness
There is comfort in the darkness

A weary traveller
A seeker by choice
A warrior of the intellect
In search of the remorseless darkness
And a conclusive peace

Of temple flowers
And forbearance of a myopic sense of doom
Of the remorseless darkness
And an unsympathetic pity
Of fragrances forgotten
And a remorseless darkness
There is comfort in the darkness
and the redolent fragrance of the wilted temple flower..........