Sparse beneath the crest in savage, graceful throws subjugates of the gallery parade. Burnished by the lunar scope secrets steps of quiet art churn about a poison isle whose patron waits and watches from a cruel claw of basalt, a ponderous funeral stone
And in the blackened breach before it thunders around the the throne
Cast his presence, His essence a Winter repose Fronds extending, a whisper in the folds Of eyes in the dark Shoals vast and brooding They study his thoughts They mimic his motion Dread forms from echoes in blood Shapes call the night to align them In one, a stranger to light Black rumination Dark mouths in perishing prayer Surround a spire of dissension Arcane - the withering throne Black rumination Tides to his coronet A surf that teems with sly creation Apparitions lithe and pacing The brow is furrowed deep A nature searing in the hum ours Honing furies from the edges Dead minds feed this aberration Swathed in tears In ocean tinctures Never sated for horror, for decay His sculptures adoring The channel of their rage
Dread forms - His thoughts are cold and still A solemn vision in the water A soured confidence and They work about the throne In fervent circles, stern and ceaseless A wilderness dilatingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
