My nocturnal wastelands

Dark fields of withered roses 'til where my sight reaches,
thousands of faded flowers surrounding the circle of trees.
Stars dead long time ago are the chorus of the rising moon,
and the black winds are already howling.

Eternal nights in my lonely forest,
beside the lake of black waters.
Where day doesn't dawn and sun will never shine.
Where the breeze just smells to nostalgia.

Time seems to be stucked in a timeless loop
in wich all happens over and over again.
Sun never shines, it's always winter,
in my glade lighted up by the sarcastic moon.

Eternal nights in my lonely forest,
beside the lake of black waters.
Where rain doesn't fall and fire never warms up.
Where the wind keeps always howling.

A weak light shines in the core of the lake,
the weak halo that separates the night and the day.
And the nocturnal wind is like a choked cry
shouted where it could never be heard.

Eternal nights in my lonely forest,
beside the lake of black waters.
Where time does not exist.
Where all colours fade but the gloom.

Eternal nights in my lonely forest,
beside the lake of black waters.
Where fear stalks, hidden.
Where trees never wear the green.

My nocturnal wastelands...
... devoid of mirages.
A place where lose yourself,
a gate to oblivion.
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