I. The Beginning

 This sorrow is so blind,

This spirit is now sore,

My heave is again dead,

My bared secret mourns.

 

 

 

I want leave of this forsaken cage.

 

I’ve bled and stained this long journey.

As darkness fulfils my lost age.

Nothing remains with me.

 

 

 

The Story once told by Gods,

 

Now deep inside, as breath grows cold.

A feeling, to me, too old.

Yet I lay, with my heart to hold.

 

Cries of misery are all-over heard,

While the valley’s ear just bled.

Grey skies cry at such pain.

Leaving only small traces of gain.

 

The temple, my temple, will be used

As a sacrifice for the merciless winter.

Spring and summer will swallow it.

Leaving autumn for my return.

 

To witness, once more, my fall.

Reviews

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Your path seems so hard, but yet you know how to translate it with the help of the most beautiful colors and characters. Very enjoyable write, again it's so passionate, it thrills me. It's possible to apprehend the fateful decisions you must make in your life, they follow through. You have great talent, and don't hold it in ;)