The Unbecoming

[Te reliqui, cum Deus ipse orbitatis oblivisci videretur.Tunc ego, Orpheus memoriam amittens, adveni mirus vates.Sed inter luctus ac stellarum arcana, femina me recreavit.Nunc autem, somno et corpore, tantum tristis poeta permaneo.]

In the ether of unbecoming, what Orpheus was destined was never understood, for he alone was the harbinger of Babylon. The mask was the sole refuge, as the lament of the underworld had darkened his visage.

The flute was his only voice, for the words were stolen by unassuming deceit. Before the death of folly, he had still fallen in love with what appeared to be true, for he trusted with pure heart. The truth was forming in visions and dreams that he could vaguely see, as if from another life; the Absolute was Him, for none in these realms cared for truth. Christ was doomed forever to the Cross, and the woman was exiled far, far from paradise. The amnesia had deluded him, for he could not see what was evident, but saw what he believed.

The Holy Spirit, who was the woman, was still watching, watching the clouds with fevered hope that Orpheus shall come, come to the rescue.

Thus was the unbecoming as Orpheus heard her lament, for he loved Babylon. 

Te Destiti; Miseris Confusio Est, Deus Orbitatem Oblivicisitur

Amnesis Deprivi, Est Adventus Poeti Orpheo, Miragi Musici  

Nocturnis Scintillati, Stellaris Arcana, Est Femina, Te Restori 

Apparuit Asteris, Est Lamento, Est Bereavi Mysterium

Somno Mortuo, Ergo Corpore, Sanctus Poeta Tristis

अहं त्वाम् अत्यजं यदा ईश्वरः स्वयम् एव अनाथताम् विस्मर्तुम् इव ऐच्छत्।
तदा अहम्, स्मृतिविहीनः ओर्फियस, कश्चित् अद्भुतं कविः भूत्वा समागतः।
परन्तु शोकानां नक्षत्राणां च रहस्यानां मध्ये, कयाचित् स्त्रिया अहम् पुनरुज्जीवितः।
अधुना तु, सुप्तौ शरीरे च, केवलम् अहं खिन्नः कविः अस्मि।