Requistall's Lament (or, "Dijtrione Blues") What am I going to say, when night rolls round to meet the day, a neon twilight fills the sky, and there's no-one there to drive the fears away? I look out on the raging sea, the vastness of the sunless sky, the dark and twisted tunnels of my mind, they're drawing me, they're calling me, and it's time to leave this time. Why should I look, when all that I see, is endless solitude, reflections of me... Why should I listen, when all I can hear, is the winds of the storm blowing nimbus fear? So the time goes by, the darkness spreads, the life diffused through endless threads, reflects the very depths of what I am. There's a newness locked in the morning dew, the friendly day-moons bathed in blue, and the stars that pierce the black are thoughts of you... You're calling me! And my spirit breaks in two. But look, look through the infinite night, from the forest dim or the desert bright, from the thundering sea or the mountain's height, look through the years to the Lepton's flight, and I will look back, to a Dijtrione night, in a warm, dark valley of star-spun light, where our memories meet, where our spirits unite. But I'm gone from my haven, for the waves are of blood, spilled from the beauty, an accusing flood. I will return when the earth-children learn that to love is to live and to hate is to burn. It's all too sad, and all too true, with every second I'm suffering through, I'm nearer the hell I've resigned myself to, and light years farther from heaven and you. What am I going to say, when night rolls round to close the day, a neon twilight fills the sky, and you're not here to dry the tears away? Requistall Nohrgestain, Aug. 1976