In the night a stranger walked by the famous ruins of old
Where folklore stories of horror and pain were told
The moon illuminates the silver light on the statues of gold
He walks between the walls
In the big rooms and halls
Hearing the screams and howls
He slept and he hears those cries
The clouds blocked the moon and the skies
He slept covering himself, but can’t close his eyes
In the middle of the silent night and awe
Where a place filled with pain and sorrow
Shows the truth behind the yesterday and morrow
He heard that sound of wailing and mourn
He walked through the halls, and thorns
Into a hall where all the memory were gone
Stood a wraith of woman, her looks, pained
Her white silken dress , stained
Face of beauty, Maimed
“who are you stranger?” she asked
“I am a man with passion of knowledge” he bowed
“will you tell the world of my grief?” she wailed
“For I promise thy, I shall not reveal your lines” he promised
“Thou art alone, sire?” she looked with fear
“I am a ranger, loneliness is my companion and books are my dear
“then sharpen your memory, and come near”
“A gift was sent from a stranger to the queen of thorn
A portrait of her constellated graceful face
And the sad moon that describes her camphoric eyes
With wolf standing on the mountain edge
Filled the paint fear from his bidding howl
Saying "Thou my beloved one come to me...
I'll let you drink from the water of the cemetery
That came from my tears of suffer
At midnight I want you in the middle of the trees
That hides the sun beneath a nocturnal sin
Put on your head the silken veil
And make your lips dark like a limp night
With sorrel cheek like wilted bouquet”
And there in the day, where the moon murders the sun
We shall bring the abomination undone
I pledged myself to thy lord of pain
Where I come with the scent of jasmine
But in all the dreads of the woods and fog
A hymn, a chill came in the air like a farewell song
I ran to where I found him there
Laying on the ground
Blood stained the autumn leaves
The wild wailed out loud
When the clouds cherished no moon
Covered forever the hope that lingers for long
I kissed his dry violet lips
He hissed one last time with one word
“Ashara”
His voice came like thousands arrows to my chest
Like million razors cut my veins
Like wrath of the seven gods raged the land
Like the crucifix nails came through my hands
I sat there where the winds took the veil away
My bare foot betrayed me
I sat near his white body in shy ******
Where I talked to him, but the answer was the true misery
His silence never replied but my words were agony
His cold body lay there as his closed eyes covered the cruelty
I whispered back to him
"I know what you don't want to reveal
I see you nevermore"
I knelt at the dried shores of my dead betrothed
I hold its rose tight, my eyes shed and the hand bled
Its thorn poisoned the blood into flickering whispers
"The Love Is Dead"
Thine welt appeases my heart ridge, Grieved the moon
No shores to the lost one
Abide your "Hello”
You're dead I know
You're not far, I'll follow
I'll vanquish the raven of sorrow
I will come when the sun falls to regal spirit of darkness
Sear the voice of the waves and enthrall light to pallor
All silence abhorred and riot sword enforce
When the acrid eye of their lord's orders to be heed
And scarlet breath of new dawn won't be set
Wrest from the sleeping shore
The land of smoldered paths to heaven
The primeval virulent Sign leads towards spilled blood
I will avenge thee, and I shall lay next to thee
I love thee, Thine love hath healed
And their pain shall be reeled
I conquer their land to reach your heaven” she mourned
“And did you reach heaven?”
“heaven is history
Laughter only in memory
When he said my name, that was the end”
“and thou lay by his side?”
“I lied but his spirit gone astray
My life was hopeless, so was my dismay
And forever I roamed here endlessly
Neither death or life gave me salvation”
“is that all?”
“my story is an amusement to you?”
“your life but simple and tragic”
“there are many tales in life that means nothing to many
But when you are that person in that story
It means everything, it means the smile and joy
It means every day in life, a life means everything
Where you think it’s nothing, It is everything
Every word you read, is my filled with feelings
Go ranger, And thou art forbid from thy memory
You shall not remember this or me
And my story is my own for my own misery”
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 5:09 PM UTC
In the night a stranger walked by the famous ruins of old
Where folklore stories of horror and pain were told
The moon illuminates the silver light on the statues of gold
He walks between the walls
In the big rooms and halls
Hearing the screams and howls
He slept and he hears those cries
The clouds blocked the moon and the skies
He slept covering himself, but can’t close his eyes
In the middle of the silent night and awe
Where a place filled with pain and sorrow
Shows the truth behind the yesterday and morrow
He heard that sound of wailing and mourn
He walked through the halls, and thorns
Into a hall where all the memory were gone
Stood a wraith of woman, her looks, pained
Her white silken dress , stained
Face of beauty, Maimed
“who are you stranger?” she asked
“I am a man with passion of knowledge” he bowed
“will you tell the world of my grief?” she wailed
“For I promise thy, I shall not reveal your lines” he promised
“Thou art alone, sire?” she looked with fear
“I am a ranger, loneliness is my companion and books are my dear
“then sharpen your memory, and come near”
“A gift was sent from a stranger to the queen of thorn
A portrait of her constellated graceful face
And the sad moon that describes her camphoric eyes
With wolf standing on the mountain edge
Filled the paint fear from his bidding howl
Saying "Thou my beloved one come to me...
I'll let you drink from the water of the cemetery
That came from my tears of suffer
At midnight I want you in the middle of the trees
That hides the sun beneath a nocturnal sin
Put on your head the silken veil
And make your lips dark like a limp night
With sorrel cheek like wilted bouquet”
And there in the day, where the moon murders the sun
We shall bring the abomination undone
I pledged myself to thy lord of pain
Where I come with the scent of jasmine
But in all the dreads of the woods and fog
A hymn, a chill came in the air like a farewell song
I ran to where I found him there
Laying on the ground
Blood stained the autumn leaves
The wild wailed out loud
When the clouds cherished no moon
Covered forever the hope that lingers for long
I kissed his dry violet lips
He hissed one last time with one word
“Ashara”
His voice came like thousands arrows to my chest
Like million razors cut my veins
Like wrath of the seven gods raged the land
Like the crucifix nails came through my hands
I sat there where the winds took the veil away
My bare foot betrayed me
I sat near his white body in shy ******
Where I talked to him, but the answer was the true misery
His silence never replied but my words were agony
His cold body lay there as his closed eyes covered the cruelty
I whispered back to him
"I know what you don't want to reveal
I see you nevermore"
I knelt at the dried shores of my dead betrothed
I hold its rose tight, my eyes shed and the hand bled
Its thorn poisoned the blood into flickering whispers
"The Love Is Dead"
Thine welt appeases my heart ridge, Grieved the moon
No shores to the lost one
Abide your "Hello”
You're dead I know
You're not far, I'll follow
I'll vanquish the raven of sorrow
I will come when the sun falls to regal spirit of darkness
Sear the voice of the waves and enthrall light to pallor
All silence abhorred and riot sword enforce
When the acrid eye of their lord's orders to be heed
And scarlet breath of new dawn won't be set
Wrest from the sleeping shore
The land of smoldered paths to heaven
The primeval virulent Sign leads towards spilled blood
I will avenge thee, and I shall lay next to thee
I love thee, Thine love hath healed
And their pain shall be reeled
I conquer their land to reach your heaven” she mourned
“And did you reach heaven?”
“heaven is history
Laughter only in memory
When he said my name, that was the end”
“and thou lay by his side?”
“I lied but his spirit gone astray
My life was hopeless, so was my dismay
And forever I roamed here endlessly
Neither death or life gave me salvation”
“is that all?”
“my story is an amusement to you?”
“your life but simple and tragic”
“there are many tales in life that means nothing to many
But when you are that person in that story
It means everything, it means the smile and joy
It means every day in life, a life means everything
Where you think it’s nothing, It is everything
Every word you read, is my filled with feelings
Go ranger, And thou art forbid from thy memory
You shall not remember this or me
And my story is my own for my own misery”
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