In the midnight vigil of my dreams
A faint lantern light ahead, it leads
The chilling winds that cross the spine
Then the sun that burns, and its shine
My faith has long walked on broken glass
Soul has dripped along, the wounds ever last
A stubborn silence in the place
And a stench of the deceased left to grace
And a carcass of hope that passes by
An autumn leaf, dead, it lies
A spectral music that ensues
A withered tree, its diseased fruit
A velvet night left to stare
And an untamed hollowness left to share
A blunt sword, held by its hilt
To **** some emptiness and eat my fill
I have traveled worlds, horizons apart
Waiting for the tunnel to end, a journey to start
Its only numbness now that I feel
The fire is extinguishing, so is my zeal
My perseverance fails, my eyes shut down
Paradise awaits me, the flames burn down
And then a white light coruscates, fills the sky
The colors reappear, subdue the cries
I see a creature, its golden locks sway
And a flower blooms where the parched land lay
She moves her wand, she spawns a dawn
And she heals the earth where it was torn
And some rain falls, from the ethereal skies above
It rejuvenates my soul, washes away the spilled blood
An exhilarating wind blows, flowers flutter to life
The heaven comes up, with the earth to dine
And I look at her, the angel in disguise
She loosens the knots in the lungs that are tied
The radiance of her beauty, the warmth in her eyes
I fail to behold it, it outcasts the light
And a nightingale sings, breaks the bow
Of silence that was created and was sowed
Some centuries pass, they seem like days
And in the forlorn deserts of time, these memories fall and lay
And then she stabs my heart, she fades away
The mirage disappears, I holding her hand, that was to stay
And it returns, my torment, my grief
Spiraling down, carried by the wind, it falls dead, the leaf
I have grown tired, my legs give away
It has been a strenuous journey, peace my heart craves
I walk down to my grave, a dove flies by
I lay down, beside the stake of holly, jabbed into me by my bride
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:38 PM UTC
In the midnight vigil of my dreams
A faint lantern light ahead, it leads
The chilling winds that cross the spine
Then the sun that burns, and its shine
My faith has long walked on broken glass
Soul has dripped along, the wounds ever last
A stubborn silence in the place
And a stench of the deceased left to grace
And a carcass of hope that passes by
An autumn leaf, dead, it lies
A spectral music that ensues
A withered tree, its diseased fruit
A velvet night left to stare
And an untamed hollowness left to share
A blunt sword, held by its hilt
To **** some emptiness and eat my fill
I have traveled worlds, horizons apart
Waiting for the tunnel to end, a journey to start
Its only numbness now that I feel
The fire is extinguishing, so is my zeal
My perseverance fails, my eyes shut down
Paradise awaits me, the flames burn down
And then a white light coruscates, fills the sky
The colors reappear, subdue the cries
I see a creature, its golden locks sway
And a flower blooms where the parched land lay
She moves her wand, she spawns a dawn
And she heals the earth where it was torn
And some rain falls, from the ethereal skies above
It rejuvenates my soul, washes away the spilled blood
An exhilarating wind blows, flowers flutter to life
The heaven comes up, with the earth to dine
And I look at her, the angel in disguise
She loosens the knots in the lungs that are tied
The radiance of her beauty, the warmth in her eyes
I fail to behold it, it outcasts the light
And a nightingale sings, breaks the bow
Of silence that was created and was sowed
Some centuries pass, they seem like days
And in the forlorn deserts of time, these memories fall and lay
And then she stabs my heart, she fades away
The mirage disappears, I holding her hand, that was to stay
And it returns, my torment, my grief
Spiraling down, carried by the wind, it falls dead, the leaf
I have grown tired, my legs give away
It has been a strenuous journey, peace my heart craves
I walk down to my grave, a dove flies by
I lay down, beside the stake of holly, jabbed into me by my bride