The silence... Black ravens
Soar crawling for my eyes
Feel thirsty... deep nails
The last storm's to come
You're left me... no mercy
Embrace my lone prayer
No sense... Now I am empty
To scry for the sun
The star shines above me
It chills me with future
And pain's close to pleasure
My blood is the dawn
You breed the sublime
To set me before you
And praise the Redeemer
But -
Who'll cancel this storm?
"New frontiers' runner,
Forgive me my long time
to catch in the heart falling star -
Speranza"
Speranza
© Copyright: Мартель Этранже, 2009
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