The Sadness of Time Passing

The fiery shades of autumn Drowned in heavy darkness I breathe with these old walls of grained wood Falling under weight of grey skies Pushed by the iron hand of time The house lays silent like the beatings of this hollow heart The timelessness of grief The sadness of time passing The blue dust of gentle rain Dripping from leaves and eaves Spirited away in a mere reflection of your world The sound of writing against the night The timelessness of grief The sadness of time passing The golden hues of lone lantern Delicate and dim piercing through Darkness and light Death and birth

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025

My life Came like the fog From those tall hills And like a dew It will disappear In these endless fields of grass I pass This funeral shroud of being And the scars Laid in golden dust "Over this journey, ill And over fields all withered, Dreams go wandering still." I return To the lonely Wooden halls The plains of bliss And solitude The barren wastes of the transient

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

Come, to the lonely wooden halls Into the endless sunset Of these fleeting moments Come, taste the evening chill Of autumn's nightfall Shivering of quiet darkness Come, and reach for the temple From the silenced darkness This solemn glow of tears Come, and return to the world Empty of time Leave no footprints behind

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

I fell And gazed through the firmaments mirror Devouring the beauty that the night sky hides I drowned In its endless recollection Searing thoughts of a journeying soul A passing rhyme Torched by the northern flames of the sun The pale breath of this lonely winter night All I have ever dreamt this nothingness soon hides Weaving the saddest song of all Silent As the wind that blows On the hearse of a nightly storm A song of sleeping waves Under the white bed of snow

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

There is no other world there is And the leafless branches Became my fingers On the forest floor In the darkest green there is After the pouring rain I sat on the moss and stone And the darkness danced The world becomes Of her instinct Pouring like rain On spruce and rock Nothing else exists Than her words Weaved on the spider's web As she dances My thoughts Like clouds they travel Over the longest starlit night Thoughts Cracking like dry branches The viper tongues Licked my ears clean And I heard the sounds of this world Holy as the rowan berries She breathes under the waves As the labyrinth unravels And can see the stars "I am the light that shall guide you to darkness."

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025