Frivolous Demons

The moaning at midnight eclipsing this life,

here's no light to shine at the undercover

And the chantings from your window.


Whistling ghouls of misfortune are near,

while the ambient turns into cold prayers,

which are capture by the blue demon,

he, whose mouths eats your every fear.


Invocations and a folded ill distortion,

the workers are spelling some names,

now, the eaters of souls are awakening.


It hideously emerges all the moonset,

tormenting the light through mirrors,

flooding pillows with waters of the Nile.


"The faith and your fears, are the instruments

Of torment, used by under minds to teach you".

​

 

Darkly beautiful verses, and it would be equally interesting and deep, also in Spanish. English gives the poem something like an epic shadow book halo.
It was a pleasure for me, to find your work.
Have a great Sunday.

 

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.Mmm I'm elucidating that, maybe I will translate the poem to Spanish.Great gloomy Sunday too.

 

"Demonios Frívolos"

Los gemidos a la medianoche eclipsando esta vida,
aqui no hay luz para alumbrar lo clandestino
y los cánticos de tu ventana.

Silbantes necrófagos del infortunio están cerca,
mientras el ambiente se torna en frías plegarias,
las cuales están capturadas por el azul demonio,
él, cuyas bocas comen cada uno de tus miedos.

Invocaciones y una completa enferma distorsión,
los trabajadores están recitando algunos nombres,
ahora, los devoradores de almas están despertando.

Esto horriblemente emerge toda la puesta de la Luna,
atormentando a la luz, a través de espejos,
inundando almohadas con aguas del Nilo.

"La fe y tus miedos, son los instrumentos de tormento,
utilizados por las bajas mentes para enseñarte".
​

 

I love it, in both languages