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by [innerrain ]

2004-04-12  |     | 



Voices call and keep me awake. I see a stone carved sing rotting in a deep silence, as deep as in the womb once. Fog makes emptiness vaster as mute feathers fly away hidden under the dark cloak of night.
My shadow will change forever as I wonder in the dusk asleep yet never resting. Into the mirror black I look no longer at me, but through me, beyond me, to my own death.
Black and frozen the seas in me cry for their bounds. I’m swaying in marshlands of mist, like one asleep I listen how the light is falling.
Time draws nigh… I feel the north winds freezing embrace… I bear old scars of fire and sea – its frost sooths my torment.
At last from this dawn blood flows as the forests murmur 'Heal us! Save us!'
Through the star I see a road, through the moor I see a field. Through the steel I see blood is that not my blood that I see? Across the road I see a plain. Is it not the one where I shall remain?
The sky is as black as tar - its depths swallowed the shimmering sunset.
The north wind howls through the withered trees while earth slumbers buried forever in snow.
The dark of night descends again casting its shadow over the memory of a bygone day.
Flames tremble among the twigs piercing the storm with cries of grief. Can you here the despairing cries of long unheeded pain? I am trying to smother their sighs in vain.
Once long ago I sat astride a steed, rode with my horde and gloried the steel. Now an ominous shadow has awakened my dormant curses.
The crimson clouds are gloomier than Hel…
The eastern sky grows red … There will be a storm…

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