Knell

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