The liquid shards of broken tomorrow
Gathered by trembling hands of the Father of Grief...
What else does this incantation need?
The darkest shade of the deepest sorrow
Focused within the eye of a titan who dwelled underneath...
All this and some more to Great Nothing I feed.
The frozen sounds of shattered yesterday
Composed into music by those who look right into Void...
Should I sacrifice to it such an exploit?
Nihil
© Copyright: Евгений Лайонел Балмонт, 2016
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