Lights gone, sun bleeds the night where quiet shores soothe the raging tide
 Ethereal awaits the everlasting dome where darkened skies once slept forlorn
 Sunset, autumn wilted scent thy nectar’s hidden, a venomous spell of dead rhymes…
 Neglected scripture sense concealed beneath the lightless side of Dryad’s eyes…
 From silvery falls to gilded soil every pathways ends, every whispers ignite desires lost
 As a wind never blown… Mormouring hills at moonrise spread fields of white shadows
 Carved in black stones…

 “Starless landscapes in fugue toward old seas of inner cosmos unnamed
 Behind the curtains of morning fog lies the sun, painter of blindness
 An exiled soul in perpetual wandering…”

 Horizon silken veil starving perceptions (it) enshrouds
 As I lay down defenses. Dominion of tainted hopes
 An elusive mourn arose from the depths of seclusion…

 So [bad word] away from a Reason of mystified appearances
 Of glorified thrones, in misguided dreams adorned

 How long silence will lead us to the red blood dawning?
 How many seasons yet to breathe
 Before I may leave this burden of mine?

 … I will follow tears to riverside…

 Ego’s [bad word] streams forth as wept in pain
 Through daylight my hands finally reach the fire
 That burns with strength in eclipse…
 Oblivion of emotions reborn at least in death…