Old Hroldan Ruins
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Into the nothingness
"Silver stars
falling from above.
Darkness memoirs
unreadable.
A touch from a wind,
from the east, the west, the north and the south.
A soul being skinned
by maelstorms in the night.
Forgetfulness is your calling
within the shadows embrace.
A blackened falling
towards the everlasting end.
Cry, my love
cry for me!
As I die, my dove
to be free!"
"Silver stars
falling from above.
Darkness memoirs
unreadable.
A touch from a wind,
from the east, the west, the north and the south.
A soul being skinned
by maelstorms in the night.
Forgetfulness is your calling
within the shadows embrace.
A blackened falling
towards the everlasting end.
Cry, my love
cry for me!
As I die, my dove
to be free!"
14 comments
super Silhouette with great music and wonderful poem
perfect
Sometimes even the darker sides of your heart needs to see some air...
Very kind of you to say...
I know I sometimes write stuff that might seem very depressing, but it's a world I'm rather familiar with even if it's no longer pitch-black in my heart...
There's a lot of emotional power here indeed and these are also feelings I need to explore, because they've been a big part of me for such a long time. This doesn't mean I'm constantly all heartbroken and sad, but I still keep the memories of these days rather fresh in my mind...
No more words....great work....Thank you
It humbles me when I hear this touches you to tears. Sadness and lonliness can be such strong powers and I can relate to both a lot, since my life has been a rather solitary one...
Thank you so very much!