Seraphine... Far Gone Gleam

(A fragmentary scenario about crimson-scents and their manifold consequences for utopia’s flawless lily-oceans) Still I linger, gloom-wings emerge on pure marble nightyards we are chasing the crimson one Sorrow! My dearest wound caress me with thine silverclad hair Naked shadows, lucid hearse Clearings eclipsed by a nondescript curse Blind is the fool whose dawn was just a narrow room Ornamented fairy-birches Soulmirrorshrines Sometimes cries my inner flame: „Oh breathe these singing lines!“ Seraphine, thou far gone gleam I vanquish thy numb claws of purple Cold thorns are growing all around thine wretched countenance „May your senses sleep when I touch you“ Who dared to kiss a jester’s hand while he raped my drunken violin? Blooming streams without water The paradox of our hopeless search?...NO! Roaming all alone through orchards in the dusk Scarlet universe of lilymeadowgalaxies Here I shall bleed, on the mirror writing-road Only ardent knights unravel my mosaic Hark...weaver of storms! Hark...moonforged sanctity! „Why can’t I stay with you, sole beam of light? Myriad bewildered thoughts orbit my sentiments!“ ...sentiments turn to stone... Weinend ruht dein Marmorkleid auf elfen-zartem Grunde Lautlos tönt das Silbenmeer aus deinem jungen Munde Bliebe uns ein Windhauch Zeit in auserwählter Runde Kummerfalten blühten leer und wir im Flammenbunde Listen to our saddened chords You’ve promised me to wait This ode to my unfading sorrow: A diary in minor-notes Suicidal astral trips through hallucination-galleries Spineless fairies sold their dreams in clairvoyant trance

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

(John Keats poem) After dark vapours have oppressed our plains For a long dreary season, comes a day Born of the gentle South, and clears away From the sick heavens all unseemly stains. The anxious month, relieving from its pains, Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May, The eyelids with the passing coolness play, Like rose leaves with the drip of summer rains. And calmest thoughts come round us – as of leaves Budding – fruit ripening in stillness – autumn suns Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves – Sweet Sappho’s cheek – a sleeping infant’s breath – The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs – A woodland rivulet – a Poet’s death.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Einst, da die schaurigen Flügel der Nacht Mich wundenrot quälten, mir glaubhaft erzählten Die traurige Mär vom Knaben im Moor Wie Dieser den Pfad zum Garten verlor Übe Dich in Versgesang Riet mir kühn die Sonnenmagd Mannigfaltig ward ihr Gang Zur Jagd, zur Jagd, zur dunklen Jagd Ruhe niemals Wandersmann Der vor tollem Trug bewahrt Manchen Jüngling früh entsannt Zur Jagd, zur Jagd, zur Narrenjagd Wohliges Grauen in spukhafter Kluft Kriecht aus den Sümpfen und plündert die Luft Klick, Klack, Tarikk, Tarakk eiD nerraN nennmok niereh Wehe! grimme Zauberei Trübe Tannenmelodei Tosend braust des Windes Chor Fahler Groll umfängt das Moor Wenn ungeahnt der Seele Grab Dein keusches Wesen packen mag... Man wispert sanft im Klageton: „Wohin des Weges, trauter Sohn?“

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Ungezählt sind die Tränen, die ich heute für Dich vergossen habe. Ungezählt sind die Abende, an denen wir zusammen die Sterne umarmt haben. Ungezählt sind die Augenblicke flammender Liebe, kindlicher Freude ... Ungezählt sind die Träume, die Nächte, die Märchen, die Lieder und all die anderen Dinge, die wir miteinander geatmet, gespürt ... Soll das alles nicht mehr sein? Soll Kummer unser tägliches Brot werden? Soll die Sonne nie mehr für uns aufgehen? Soll der silberne Mond nie mehr über uns wachen? Unerträgliche Gedanken, die uns plagen .... Fort mit Euch! Wir sind noch nicht tot, denn wir lieben uns!

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

The Company (Dick/Simmonds) Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards from the pockets of wrecks that lie the road. I came to in my future and that was just yesterday, unsure of my past that's a knot in my gut. You buy me a drink then you think that you've got the right to crawl in my head and rifle my soul. You tell me I'm free then you want me to compromise to sell out my dreams you say you'll make it worthwhile. Oh, boys would you drink to me now here on the hill, half way up, half way down Oh, boys would you drink to me now here on the hill, half way up, half way down You tell me I'm drunk then you stand back and smug a while convinced that you're right that you're still in command of your senses. I laugh at your superior attitude your insincere platitudes make me throw up. The sooner you realize I'm perfectly happy if I'm left to decide the company I choose. Oh, boys would you drink to me now here on the hill, half way up, half way down Oh for the company born to the company live for the company until I die. The sooner you realize I'm perfectly happy if I'm left to decide the company I choose The company I choose is solidly singular totally trustworthy, straight and sincere polished, experienced, witty and charming so why don't you push off, this company's my own. Oh, boys will you drink to me now here on the hill, half way up, half way down Oh, boys will you drink to me now here on the hill, half way up, half way down Oh for the company, dream of the company live for the company until I die. Oh for the company, dream of the company drink to the company until we die until we die until we die.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 16, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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