Between boundless immensities glimmers a wan light Where eyes no longer chain a ponderous millstone to her sight Suspended in black vapours, prone in a perfect repose Sapphire lunar splendour clothes her in majestic robes Decaying leaves and soil bestow a blanket from the cold The trees howl from a forest immemorially old Her mind a glassy lake, serene in her inky stasis The wind etches no ripples across her still consciousness
Her breath's burning clouds Waking eyes enshroud Her soul in twilit limbo, prostrate on the forest floor Wandering in silence crepuscular corridor Sweet music has soured The Violet hour Entombed in shining darkness, trapped in radiant abyss Condemned to meander through a world of indistinctness
In this Violet hour
Enswathed in ashen grave cloth, enwreathed in pallid womb Senses overtaken by the silence of her woodland tomb
Between boundless immensities glimmers a wan light Where eyes no longer chain a ponderous millstone to her sight Suspended in black vapours, prone in a perfect repose Sapphire lunar splendour clothes her in majestic robesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
