Ebonies

Rippling gods have sat down on their shapeless thrones in the numbness voids of eternal time of endless space Deserted prayer wanders away from hopeless mind like my spirit cries in agonies of stamina From inside, from myself crawling cosmos silence from the thrones, above calmed clouds of deep blue-sky Am I really here or do the cosmos mirrors reflect my forms of cosmos silence? Cosmos mirrors reflect...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

My dismal soul reflects the burning and dimming light from timeless space of misty limits of life and death Can you see it? The glimmering shadow of blue doors of your deity The light of dark brightness creates the (visual) illusion between other dimensions Can you see it? Astral Mirage of Paradise... Paradise...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025