Drawing smudged up fiction, where breathless arts derive...
Where silhouettes are praying, for ancient ones to rise...
Where no fairies lurk, where no angels fly...
Where the land is silent, waiting for demise...

The lonely trees’ cackling, entwine the wind’s murmur...
No matter the terror, soul choirs still gather...
Eternal requiem, thrust into that terror
Makes the scene sad, but the sadness goes further...

Trembling, grasping leaves, unveil the velvet curtains...
As The Knight from Darkness approaches with his burdens;
His bleeding feelings’ cries... Linger ruins of menace...
Atrocity dragged from nightmares, point to dreamful entrance...

His faith like a scythe, upraised to the skies...
His word and world now rusting, but they shall never die...
Being once cast ashore, by the ignorant denials...
His soul absorbs last tears, from heavens sent as cries...
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Crescent moon hugs empty glades
The coloured life now slowly fades,
And leaves no mark but painful trails,
Trails upon the shallow graves...

The beasty nature awakes from years
The clouds they shed the lustful tears
Like the weep of an unblessed flower...
From firmament, the mist slowly nears...

Now life’s between two endless sleeps,
His soul it sips - chaotic dreams,
Those make his life – A perfect sin...
Those gift him wounds that never heal...

So he kneels upon the crying hills,
He drops his sword – his strength to live...
His head falls back to face the trees,
Those spin around his agonies...
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Oh Creator...
So lonely, I’ve fallen to my knees...
Oh Creator...
In this moment, I bleed tears for all my sins...
I’m the Fallen...
Blind minded, enwrapped with memories...
Oh Soul keeper...
Guide my path, as I descend in dark ravines...
Your Creation...
My Heart... To be kept with you again...
Oh Protector...
Now I’m free, I finally ease my pain...
And I reckon,
You’ve seen my mind - it doesn’t weep in vain...
The Scenery of Loss...
The hope; enrooted it remains...
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And as abyssal darkness,
Thrives upon the hills...
Its frosty tears are running,
Dripping down the leaves...
The roots of ancients slither
Entwist around his force...
As if they’re trying to deliver
His faithful, dark remorse...
The trees they cover scene
As Hand of Knight Falls;
Silence penetrates the air
And the Wind of Slaughter Crawls...
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And then... In that moment, the Blood red tear
Fell from the clouds of affliction...
It broke... Like an Ice... And rolled like a dice
Spitting the omen of destruction...
The rift... In the clouds, unleashed the storms...
The wrath from heavens fulminates...
The skies... Come to life... And start to maunder
Pouring the pestilential rains...
The Quake... It mourns... And splits the ground
Discharging the flames of desolation...
The Ruined... Grounds... and Phobic Sounds
Praise the flames in celebration...
Blinded... Bewildered... Smile of Divine
Creating the darksome dimensions...
Breaking... The Gates... To these sinful souls
Thrusting nails into their proud perversions...
Tempest... Like an army... With its hungry eyes
Marching through the living dreadfully...
Rending... The pieces... Of bloodstained flesh
And burying to deprave eternally...
Cane of the Life... Cut... Enflamed...
Unveiling the secrets of perception...
The Dust... Slithers... As it’s seen from above,
Dead divinity right through deception...
Disdain... It Buried... The dignity alive
The point of the world’s eradication;
Wrath... Tears grounds... Asunder and plunders
The chords of the life and all creation...
Fear... And death, Dominate the Living
And Burn their serpent Temples of Misery...
Built... By their Sins – Their pointless lives
The Vengeance unfurls the virtue, finally...
Grim, Abyssal, Darkness endorses
The departure of their souls consistently...
Locking... And Burying... The Gates of so called life
And traces of our lovely... Humanity...
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A sudden Thunder light through my eyes...
It was too real for dream to truly be,
The same exact eyes and mark of the times
And the same exact life I see...

I smiled and felt the gleam from paradise
That said the Knight was truly me
A glance from the sadness and I realized
That it was Just A... Diabolic Dream...


Bravi