BloodMoon

MarkkoCarnaghi

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I will die here, and in thee

Hearing a last tearing breath

it’ll blow on the taciturn crypt

and over the path tend its veil

am i buried within myself?


Creeping through ancient ruins up to my pit

Obsessed, will rise, those who were forgotten,

in mournful screams of sorrow

Over a land of ginger tears dew, they’ll skirl

The voices of the cursed

the lamentations of dark hollows


Is this an endless sadness or is it just banal?

A Lain madness or a promise bond in blood

Withering in this woe, can already descry its silhouette

Wafting in the mist, an imperious sign of depart time


Are already cracking the ropes

That my eyes made to bleed

Until, i’m not able to see the light

Of this dying night…


Once, i saw how the light fades away from my eyes

Nothing would be any longer the way i remember

Now, i roam errant in lands of frost

So far, alone and lost.


Follow the shores of oblivion under a bloody sky

Ablazed by the halo of the eclipsed sun

And the agony of the black star

With growing sorrow, i fill my dying heart

I saw my ghost swallowing my ashes

And i turn blind by the frozen light


In silence, the darkest night

Cradle a mournful sea

Reviving the fire of desintegration

Washed away by frozen stars

Scars that bloom in a flush


Seduce the crows borned within my flesh

And, one day, when everything is gone

During a sempiternal farewell, i close my eyes

And under the sun of a bloodshot dawn

I’ll feel the burning coldness of the frozen light


In this land of dead and woe

A fragment of my unforgiven cowardice

Aim my own worms, those who are already ravening me

Or, may be, the petals of that dark and withered rose


As an unlit candle by the rain

It overshadows a withering heart

with the halo of the BloodMoon

deeper than this immeasurable suffer

the perfume of a bud that’ll never bloom

In the reborn of the bloodmoon​
 

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