As All Seasons Die

A Crown, placed on her head Made of sorrow and of unknown plains Coloring the pale cloak of heaven-shore The seasons chase down here robe of tears

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Kindle, quiet flame and carry these weightless candles of dawn Lay waste these broken woes on the warm wave of summer air Kindle, this reverie of sheltered darkness across the waters calm eye With the bygone clasp of centuries The pulse of waves against the rocks Swelling from the ageless shore Coiling around the endless rhyme Like sun-rays on the quiet billows Kindle, this epitaph Against this quiet painting of godless nature Breathe on the pulse of wind in the trees Ever-green shade lit by the evening stars Sleep, my weary heart Deep in the warm chest of the earth Flee, escape the winters white hand of death Return to the summer never-ending "Where the birds weave their song On the tall trees distant hum And the north winds cease To carry the voices past Alone as the eye of the night-sky that cradles the gardens of stars I'll forever return to these quiet shores as my candle fades and the twilight's gone...

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

...When the night-wind Weaves its silver threads To these star-born bodies coiling To a oblivious crown of nothing On our feet The withered leaves Torn from the lone torrent boughs Strained against the sky

The pale words on the lips of winter Echoing in the whirling dusk Circling the shroud of this temple The fallen snow quiet as the sky The storm made its shelter Where the mist hovered paths "Where she wanders, endlessly Opening magickal pathways" Clothed in the glare of winter moons and the endless summer nights Her hair like floating stream Lonely gilded rooms of autumn in her eyes We are eternally returning Where her dreaming steps resound Under the grey wooden lid sealed by ever-frost A coffin cloaked in white by the first snow Where autumn leaves fell Like words unspoken Torn from the Dire Womb of winter

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025