Questionable

Only the gods can tell you the meaning. 
Through their creations you can see it. 
Dawn veiled in crisp snow. 
Dusk cursed in fantasies and dreams. 
Instruments pouring out the language of grace. 
Seas Taunting our imaginations. 
Creatures of the underworld, play at night with rich.
None of them fancy the true beauty of a peasant girl. 
Living in the moment you are still swoon to death. 
Blinded from the salvation of truth and
Love. 

Reviews

[Neon]

Sounds interesting. Your short piece of art looked like an epic.