The shadows in my heart are restless fears,
Which were once supposed to die...
The battle scene with broken swords and damaged spears
Is breaking through your lullaby.
I'm calm... I almost fell asleep...
But let me rise awake
And ruin that dreadful keep
And kill it's guard - the poisonous snake
Whose name's Perpetual Hostility.
It whispers sadness and proclaims the war...
Unable to wake up I'm loosing my ability
To heal my aching sore...
Despite the rain is spitting
Bright beam of light comes down from the above...
The heart stops beating
And soul abandons tired body like a dove.
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The Shadows
© Copyright: Илья Алакин-Каминский, 2005
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