His skin...white as the purest snow,
Her eyes...darker than darkness itself,
My heart...silent beats below,
Your wings...bare the grace of an elf...
His eyes...blinded, eternaly...searching,
Her skin...beholdes divine parfume...spreading,
My wings...above you...covering,
Your heart...next to mine...feeling.
seconds are hitting the windscreen of life
as if time would throw his skin away
apart from the hours of glass
the white wolf of despair
is howling inside the crypt of days
frantic landscapes invading my dreams
paint the remains of my nights
in the pale color of fear
dine with me tonight said the dark angel
fear not for yours is the wisdom
let me taste sadness from this plate in front of you
and drink from thy glass of sorrow
(have you seen the mortals laughing
so grotesque in their so called happiness?)
sadness only brings beauty
yes we are bound for eternity
me as a guardian of your soul
you as keeper of my visions
fair enough dare i say
There is one thing I am sure of
My grandmother was the woman who influenced my childhood
In such a matter that I used to dream about dying next to her when I'll get old
But time has passed and I left the house in which
I used to wake up listening to her voice
One day she told me
Careful little person there is a strange world out there
She never said dangerous and never advised me to be afraid
Just to be careful because the monsters you'll meet are pretty and friendly
They'll drag you after them to some killing fields
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