My Vision and My Dream

I`m drawn to the dark place
blind from the blackness,
deaf from the maniac wind.
I indefinitely feel
like the walls closing around me
more tight like grave`s walls.

Behind me the castle
was an ethereal vision
that swang to the mirrors
of the dirty, from the aeons swarms.

Great destinies
and for brave men
beyond the clouded mistes,
of previous aeons.

Quiet long mourning
to the cool air,
over the old graveyard.
A cry that laments
for lost grandeurs and glories.
My vision and my dream.

The air sips my words of my lips,
and the breath from my throat,
with a terrible whirlwind
that overflowed from the unknown.

(My) deep voice lowered
(to an) illomened whisper.
(Now at last) I`m waiting the time
to die quietly.

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