what sits in vicious throes of time
her silver shiny face
quivering from infernal forge
obscured away in space
enigma of this starry gloom
labyrinth of fantasy
dissected by her loneliness
seamless as tranquil sea
the opus of my nightingale
and chastened sounds of glee
sure as a stolen sight of gods
reveal our destiny
a life of defunct voidness
the land of phantom trace
in fraction of the infinite
she finds a sweet embrace
of what is filtered through her eyes
it rains through silver hair
all in the moments autumns float
and thunders sweep with care
for those of us who shall be praise
or bring repose upon
hers is the love so often missed
and seldom ever won
for coldest warmth of molten dreams
may spiral passing by
and mark a mortal woman's love
for a man who could not die
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GFkN4deuZU
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 7:52 AM UTC
what sits in vicious throes of time
her silver shiny face
quivering from infernal forge
obscured away in space
enigma of this starry gloom
labyrinth of fantasy
dissected by her loneliness
seamless as tranquil sea
the opus of my nightingale
and chastened sounds of glee
sure as a stolen sight of gods
reveal our destiny
a life of defunct voidness
the land of phantom trace
in fraction of the infinite
she finds a sweet embrace
of what is filtered through her eyes
it rains through silver hair
all in the moments autumns float
and thunders sweep with care
for those of us who shall be praise
or bring repose upon
hers is the love so often missed
and seldom ever won
for coldest warmth of molten dreams
may spiral passing by
and mark a mortal woman's love
for a man who could not die
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GFkN4deuZU
born of the wind
velvet blue rose
as inescapable as
the piercing armageddon
in a time where hymns get sung
to the fond desires of
my darling muse
the paradox of her jubilant soul
