Merciful dream, leave me at peace. Linger not, I beseech thee, on
the paths I tread.
With my purpose found illusory, I seek not the need
Summer, in its long absence finally returned to bring my death.
Spirits forsaken and forgotten, cradled in the arms of crypt,
Belial lay claim to their bones and take them far beneath.
Dread I, as fate, bludgeoning like a raging tempest, at long last,
dried up my breath
By dead reckoning, I sailed across the darkness with the looming
ghost of the past.
As the ashes of the fiery dawn lifted, so did my heart,
In my dearth, with head unbowed, I whispered a faithless prayer to
stir the gods above.
Saccharine blasphemy in the symphony, of hoarse voices, sung by
the exaltation of larks
“Of loathe and of dote, spawned I…
A seraph, a devil, widdershins, an omen of ill fate
Demented death bed chained to a wraith.”
Misery, ever dearest, come and take me by the hands so I shan’t
weep no more,
Lest tomorrow is promised, I weep no more, evermore.
Not long ago, a forbidden union of star-crossed lovers hell-bent
on ravaging innocent worlds fell from the skies,
As that of the realms in the east where the blazing sun collapsed,
Scorching the earth whilst plumes of black tears flowed down unto
parched throats
And the sulfur smoldering their pride
..And the reign of pandemonium was upon them
The echoes of silence crawled up my spine
In futile attempt, I cling upon the line
With our destiny intertwined
I share this delusion with my bride
The heaven that I have long sought
Lay nowhere-but in her eyes
She glimpsed at me as I faded to oblivion
Though her name were written on the stars, one day she will find
them gone
Her angels come rushing to the sun
To exorcise the demons buried in the depths of her song
While lights go dim in her eyes
In the darkness she will be desensitized
The velvet world she created
Is spindled with my pride
Merciful dream, leave me at peace. Linger not, I beseech thee, on
the paths I tread.
With my purpose found illusory, I seek not the need
Summer, in its long absence finally returned to bring my death.
Away my life she bled
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Veröffentlicht auf e-Stories.org am 04.10.2008.
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