The white moon glows in the ashen skies
reflecting on the waves of the warmy river,
as green plants shake by the autumn breeze.

All of this motion is stalked by cats eyes
and earth slowly stops to spin and quivers,
now the river seethes by the rise of degrees.

Lime colored beaches tremble at morning
from the schist and rocks that break and fall,
seas and waters, looking like lemonade yellow
make meetings of men, that send the world a warning.

Fear and panic has left the authorities a shake up call,
making them realise the reality
of their actions influenced from below.

Phenomena of roaring thunders
when winter and icy snow falling.
Avalanches, earthquakes and tsunamis
make their rage calling.

Cyan tides meet yellow ashes
red sunset darkens
firm land's flashes.

Walking down the park
Moon hides behind a cloud
Stars bringing a spark
Silence changes to sound

Fireworks in the distance
The universe is making a vow
Filling the void with existence
Your mind is there to allow

Galaxies beyond measurement
Twilight shines in the dark
Changing my usual temperament
Twinkle my eyes through the park

Grim mood no longer in consistence
Gods are furnishing to endow
An end to perishing is my insistence
To my will countless planets vow

Fountains flow on the edge of midnight
spraying obsidian water.
I see crows fly above me,
cawing as if I'm going to falter.

The night drops like a black veil.
In the distance I hear the song of a nightingale.
Warm wind in the background makes me feel cold
showing that no lost person can stay bold.

I could see you no more.
You turned into a ghost when I lost you,
my door couldn't open for somebody else.

The wild wind becomes mild
and no lust rises from dust.
History changes from a brief moment
as grief shrouds in mystery.

Without any fear it whispered in my ear.
My shadow warned me of a danger drawing near
headed right towards my rear.

It told me to stand and sing
while holding me under its wing
and to never be afraid of the ghost,
for it is only a victim very lost.

walking near carobs
stench imprisons lilies scent
smoky grasses kiss

new lives in a shell
soul developing body
opal colors strike
little birds are unfolding
loving mom hugs them warmly

Walls carved into stone.
The godly shapes repulsing
stars further from sky.