Silver dusk You are the heart, The core, of a quiet sun
Your radiance Shines beyond the cloud Beyond the sight of one
Double heartless Beings of darkness Connected with the Earth’s sorrow They wander your plains No purpose No key Without essence, like the Dusk that surrounds you and me.
Underneath even them Dwell creatures too black to see Horror, pain and twisted torture To escape you must believe;
Once a Blood Harper, always a Blood Harper You cry the laments of death And as we listen in bitter silence Our souls are put to rest.
(c) Yuna Faye
Sweet-Clarentine · Thu Jan 10, 2008 @ 03:30am · 0 Comments |