Where sun refuses
to shine, a shadowed might grows unknown,
Open wounds lie
complaining, a fading Eden for lost souls
Roaming through
blazing grounds, drained by freezing winds,
The will to rise
again caressing sin-swallowed senses.
Glancing in
virginity, led by stars of purity
while sadness can
do no harm, such a veracious heart.
Stream of fire,
attempts to lighten this dark abandoned place.
A junction for
sadness and death to unite – creeping forward.
A retribution of
drowning, charming evildrunken voices
Sounds from the
depth of the woods carried by a whispering breeze
Hear the beasts
chanting a solitude spell:
“A dreadful
abyss for a lightened beauty to fall,
Barely a touch of
madness, bathing in a grey sunrise,
Wish to see winged
saints stumble through fields of evil,
Come follow me in
the night, for heaven is blind