Was it so wrong to want her back,
To love her again when between us death did stand?
Was it so wrong to dig her back up
When from her body the warmth of life had yet to completely fade?
Was it so wrong to use ‘dark’ means,
To see her beautiful smile once again,
To hear her lovely laugh once more,
To see her graceful feet one more time?
Was it so wrong to protest the injustice
When enforcers of the ‘light’ did try to bring an end
To our happiness earned through toils
To end the second life with which we’d been blessed?
Was it so wrong to want them dead
For whom my beloved was in her grave once again?
Was it so wrong to want to rend them whole ;
Those who had called my beloved “Abomination” and “undead”?
Was it so wrong to dream of a better world
Where love would no longer end at death’s door?
Was it so wrong to want to enjoy this world
For much longer than our frail bodies would hold?
Was it so wrong to gather up a horde
Of brothers and sisters who shared my view of it all ?
Was it so wrong to stir them up
And against our oppressors declare open war?
Was it so wrong to fight them back
To combat those too weak to understand
That happiness and love need not end at death
And that Man could against his Doom rise up again?
Was it so wrong to crush the meek
Those too weak who stood in our way?
Was it so wrong to slaughter the weak
Whose lack of ambition would forever hold humanity back?
Was what we did so wrong that we would deserve
This hatred and this fury from the common man?
Did we truly err when graves we dug out?
Were we truly sinning when the ‘black arts’ we used
To give the departed a second chance to live in this beautiful world?
Did we truly earn the wrath and the curses?
They called us ‘demons’, ‘witches’ and ‘devils’
They called us an anathema to all that lives;
an anathema for daring to want to love again
Yet what they really felt was envy, lust and greed;
envy of the powers they were too afraid to wield;
envy of the dream that me and my brethren shared;
a world without Death – a Paradise without end!
Were we so wrong in thinking that this is what people wanted?
Were we so wrong in thinking this was what they deserved?
Were they so right in wanting US dead?
Were they so right in bringing to an end
Our Utopia , a land without Death?
Did they have the right to slaughter my brethren
To roast them like cattle for daring to dream?
Was what I did so wrong that I be damned?
To wander the earth a fugitive without rest?
I sense my death is fast approaching
Yet no longer do I have the strength to keep it at bay.
As the Angel of Death descends for me
I wonder and reflect on all that I did.
Am I truly damned ; were my deeds so unforgivable?
Would I get to…… see her….. just….. once more?
Was it so wrong to do what I did?
Is it a sin to want to love and live once again?