Songless Shores

Red horizon and icy streets Jaundiced eyes of the  blocks Staring wearily And wicked spirits are on the move Sleep peacefully, brothers It's warm and cozy Be at rest, be the offering Remember to flog your children properly No colours in the east anymore And the stars above not interested But the moon is on the rise And viperish hags are on the move The rood of lust weighing my back I ramble into the dark green yonder to worship my body In these timbered chambers I strip off my threadbare clothes Dress myself in fire and mud O cross our only hope I am the air and I am the sparkle O Easter the most peculiar time Along with the melting comes the substance from which the ornaments are to be made Ornaments for the temples reaching for the infinite heights Cathedrals for a living god to be praised for thousand years Ear on the vein Pumping with brown water From one chamber to another   A creature nesting itself In the warmth of its own waste Until the lungs take no more   Laying its eggs Under  cobblestones Sand churned  in the wheel   Flowing with the brown streams Crawling to greet The songless  shores

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026