14 februari 2007

Storms rage in my mind
I see them so clearly
As I fly overhead, through mist and smoke
Your world is burning

I hear the sound of violins
They play for your death
But you stand here next to me
Naked steel in your eyes

I fear I dream of you
But is it the dream or you I fear?
Taste of ash in my mouth
All is forgotten and lost

Why does it flow?
Red rivers from my fingertips
Of blood made is this world
In which you dwell…

your eyes ruby red…

I awaken.


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