Andromeda Awaiting
this winter far too long, cold, and dreary a desert far too dry waking dreams sunless cares he remembered nothing awaiting the magic of stars singing songs for noone nothing but the sky beneath bare feet winds that wander amid the ruins of his mind ruined memories of his world not without beauty nothing but the sea beyond his eyes winds that whisper drown in distant stars their poison cool and warm their light I feel wide open empty eyes the black could take me I do not want to know the night could keep me I fear not to stay like water listening weak spirit ends for all sound was a nightside key here I lay down my weary wounds and wash them clean from questions asked before horizon dark and wide closing once golden age brook ran quietly a river red and a starlit sky
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
and the sun found him gazing at fading stars half awake, half asleep war was not meant for him peace neither he remained beyond a wounded world beneath heaven desired a vacant garden Eden morning light and sadness water could not wash away water was not enough he thought he heard her voice again and on he walked musing on stars in broad daylight
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
a broken man, withered and aged the day passed the emptiness remained hunting voices sing and aim their scorn at him a dying man all life's ashes stuck to his face the heat seared flesh and mind no water cool enough and no sun bright enough to bring its light into him
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
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Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
it all came back then hopes unfulfilled treasures lost roads untrodden bridges never crossed loves unloved reach out for your arms that I might hold you our silences meet you do not respond our lives disappear you are killing us our times ending here you are leaving us riddles for the trees a longing silence words for the desert for sleep profound secrets for the sea suns for stars for suns singing empty songs a traveller's tired feet he threw her memory to the wind it made him hate daylight and spring tired eyes dreamland silence the warmth of glowing snow the darkness beyond and her empty eyes he laid himself down finally
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026