vineri, 14 martie 2014

Cover thy traces



Cover thy traces and leave gods to rot
Sober there be none, they smoked too much pot
As for the moon and stars… bury the lot
Drag sun’s body into slumber where escape he shall not
Bring chaos to love like you have been taught
Time the twilight that upon order was brought
Rusted words taint the muse that my feather has sought
Melt Eros with the chains of lust in which he got caught
Mortals become immortals as pale Chronos they fought
Living pastel turns into undead angels and remains naught
Angel’s shadow evicts from souls light’s drought
The seers hasten with the future forethought
Besieged is thy soul, the victors have kneeled and peace have besought