Whispers Of Night
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Whispers Of Night Poems
You Found It Only By Chance
The bitter mercury of life is washed away as the last hours of night are cast aside,
He had everything immortalized in a portrait; angelic face, and golden hair, deep eyes a gorgeous smile, but a heart that cries- all he could trade for a moment of rapture.
The Poet and the golden quill (dedicated...
I embraced the ruins of your life both with my arms and closed eyes; the perfect poet..the perfect man! the perfect dreamer..the perfect one!
The chosen ones (Necromancer)
Hold me, never let go of me never release me from your grip; be the frozen darkness that swallows the last drop of soul
Your lukewarm fingers gently touched the covers of my heart, opening up the book of my life.. but..why would you read some lines
Under the sweet arches of reverie is where I can always find you, my darling poet! sharing your desire, your chant
once with the nightfall, a smile is present and a calling is heard I fear that your kiss is like a neverending crushing love shadow I fell in love with your silence..it's so contageous to me! angel, the morningstar spreads into space my dead lolita perfume
You laid at my feet wistful memory traces, as rusty and worn out like the century that has gone by I've left behind the thought, the hopes, of building something when blackness overwhelmed my eye.
Two faces in the mirror
brittle angel, brought into my life by crystallic oceans, it's you who embraces the mortals' love with your tears is it the sweet bloom of love which is shown only to me or isn't the world created from chaos to long for agony?
I never loved, but once!
Darling, yet I find myself in love with you without having heard your voice,
Roses after midnight
Autumn...the starting point of your inner decadence; leaves silently falling on the ground, searing flowers stains of rusty vowes to the white skin of innocence, the essence of purity slides away beyond the horizon.
The grave and the nightspirit
Pale eyelids of night closed for the last time petrifying all angels with white pouring tears, while infernal voices from within call for sin on rusty strings of lyre, a sad serenade begins.
Heaven's just another grave
Heaven's just another grave silent watched of autumn grey where spirits lodge and stay, until the lavish light of day.
The serpent's kiss
Indulge yourself now in dark caress, troubled soul of mine, reluctant to the flux of time. One can't find love where
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You Found It Only By Chance
The bitter mercury of life is washed away
as the last hours of night are cast aside,
and deep down, in your embrace, the light
mingles with the blight, reaching the dawn!
I cannot hold longer a minute rushing by
nor stop the time..love, just keep in mind,
not all the feelings last for lifetime.
but you..well, you found it only by chance!
Could you retrace what you once lost
among quivering ashes of a fire long dead?
maybe only by chance-just for a while,
I will enjoy the warm sunrise of a ...