“I fear the woods and their mortal call.”
Macabre winds summon me to enter the ebon forest gate. The howling of darkside demons is cast from the cold as a midnight crescendo of whispering voices. As the screeching of Night Owls bewitches me, I feel the warm embrace of Lilith…
“Wandering amidst the pines, I face their mirky soul…”
Once again, the night bears his darkest shadows, dancing beneath a black moon. As nocturnal mists veil the forest path, I feel the cold kiss of Iscariot…

In this sombre vale of tears, darkness shades me. Oh, sweet oblivion, open thy arms and enfold me, so I can forget my carnal sins within the eclipse of dusk!

As a part of the undead, I descend into the haunted depths of Tartarus:
Arisen from Chaos,
dark abyss,
where Hades reigns the damned.
Eternal torment –
screams of terror
split the blackest land.

In Elysean Fields
shalt Lethe rise
from all the tears I’ve shed.
To this mighty river
I quench my thirst,
slaying my inner death.
As I drink the silver water, a new star is born at the raven sky…

“I fear the woods and their mortal call.
Wandering amidst the pines, I face their mirky soul…”


Explanation: This is a poem about the seductive world we live in. A world of temptation, in which it ’s not always easy to resist certain allurements. Time after time, we are forced to make choices, and thus we are often betrayed by something that didn’t seem to be what it looked like. In the process of remission that must follow, it’s important (to be able) to judge ourselves first, but on the other hand, maybe even móre crucial is (to be able) to forgive ourselves. Only then we can fully carry on with our lives.

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