Shades Of…

Slow my feet are frozen their veins still closing helplessly afar waking the creatures within I am a lonely traveller awaiting to sleep eternally under those cold woods as my fall brings then shadows of their wings as howling their pleads wounded, I lay on ground listening their needs It's dark and cold and they fly slowly the way they were told. To feast mine fleshly dreaming. And they know surely, they raped mine soul.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 08, 2025

Wound was the heir, the ruler within fire closed my page, as hatred reigned higher I did notice a knife and hills covered with blood, was I the one who's life is most pre- cious to this new "god" Indeed I must be loved, for I killed many thousands I opened with highest fashion, pain didn't spare any of these pitiful hu- mans, that the wholeearth is covered with tempest and storm of urbans lay bleeding and kissing my beloved feet shall I not wait for the greatest hour when this god sees the bloody shower

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

In here, every shadow in the ground passes me by... slow... flickering above me. And silently they (like in a dream) growl over me... be-witched I do follow their beautiful ways, beside this wintry frozen palace. Take me to another world, to another conscious- ness... away of this time. And they do arose me... and I do watch... with broken eyes how this weather... forever will stay... in my frozen heart...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

This day travels within dense mist and woke this clearer sight as the birth of the night were seen... though my mind wandered like a stream beside, caressing a sigh... fading afar... closing me in, to astray. Still motionless I am, I carry the seeds of horror inside me. This pain... grows in me and try to reach the other side... infinity of dreams... and they all - each side in me - are listening myself and my mind blacken... fading like that gone sigh... and I fall... down into the stream...

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Sylvan-night Sweet bleak bliss of these pale mists pass... and I watch in trance how this weather's wind howls between the trees... and how these last signs of light smoothly dances within... trying to ease this dark burden... just let me emerge in and touch sylvan-night... care- fully they caress me and touch gently... though my worlds are not spoken here and never revealed... I do dream this in myself as I'm painfully wrapped in leaves...

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025