A midnight's dream
Concealed by a cold midnight frost,
this transparent spirit of mine
is floating like an ageless spot
over burning bleeding veins of chalk!
year after year, I plucked the roses
from deserted graveyards of angels,
but only dreams kept them alive..
and the solitude of autumn's night.
what a blessing! cold rivers flowing
blending with the touch of red..
their frozen rhythm choked by time
falling down with tears I once shed!
the mist rises above the deep woods
as hungry wolves begin to howl..
soothing the solitude of my soul
watching the arrival of great Cthulhu!
and oceans rise and smash the cliffs
turning them into dust and fire,
life's just another far away desire
watching over obsidian hell empire!
Whispers Of Night's Other Poems
- (To her) Autumn-loving heart
- A midnight's dream
- Acid rain
- All yours..
- Alone I danced
- Among the stars
- Angel flight
- Autumn's rusty romance
- Ballad of Rosebuds and blood
- Beloved land of the Daciens
- But why pretend?
- Celtic Imaginary
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