In the place that's surrounded by aeons of
silence,
Too far from the light in dominion of
violence,
Vainly weening and longing for dawn
You dwell on your own in a Palace of
Mourn.
Sickening whispers and summoning
screams
Spellbind your mind stifling the dreams.
Whatever that hurts your death is your
pride,
With direful demons that shark you inside.
Somewhere Someone Suffers
© Copyright: Анастасия Карпова86, 2013
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