The Plight
Dreams are dancing To death with me Trying to reach The beat of the heart Its rhythm of Questions and doubt Forsaking the strength Of the pace We'll never come back To this peripheral existence Groaning, murmuring, flickering, Behind... Me and my river... We dance and make our minds DIVINITY! The rope of hope Tightened over the chasm of relief TRINITY! Roots free themselves... Wither to infinity CROSSING! Abundance of balance Nothing more to feel In silent immensity Doors of past I seal Hand in hand, we leave this cabaret Dance for oblivion, tightrope ballet
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 21, 2026
I entered this silent state Before I knew to listen I was put in a blackened room Before I was free to see In my dreams... I smell the strawberries I climb the spiral stairs, Whisper wheel to knowledge Invisible dreams, poetic cold, Arctic beauty Spectral parade, grand cluedo, The Spectacle! ... Swallow the surface And I break The limits, Wondering... I have my reasons to dread And I have the cause for pain No to see and not to hear Just staring at a black screen... A wilderness of different moods An eyeshot of numerous smells I can taste the vibrations And touch the frozen steel ... Gardens Of Plight... Delightful desires And motorpsycho Romantic blur, Whirlwind of bluster ... Gardens Of Plight... Enigmatic suppliant, Rotating freshness Of yore was my hilt My cult... ... Gardens Of Plight...
Submitted by Finntroll — Jun 21, 2026