I have not the will to departy - Part I

My glory lay dark and aching as tortured fury repels my weakening attempts at salvaging what remains in the grasps of this taunting mistress.
The dim brilliance perforates her ancient and undying fingers and entices my will to struggle forward, pleading for my lethargic bones to follow.
I stumble blindly through smokey fields and across empty highways. Her piercing laughter becomes a distant song, but my eyes stay fixed on the sound as it saturates the starry sky.
The light she clutches can no longer be seen, but she cannot squelch its own treacherous chorus as it consumes me with a lyric of hope.