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Umbra

Darkness soars through tired mountains, through lonesome plains.

In the blind of the night when everything has died, only the black remains.

When voices sing in distant skies, a song unto goodbye,

All the children sleep, gravely deep in their final lullaby.

The darkness grew like forests vast, the eventide an endless gloom.

Slumbering ancient tombs, rising born from its womb.

And lovers mourn in haunting tones, tones of forlorn.

The rose withered in winter unknown, leaving them a thorn.

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Old Gods

Sleep, uneasy on tired winds of inebriated pleasures.

Become the thin line between sacred and sunset.

Recite from the tales of abyss and forgotten years, of tyrant skies and broken ties.

Settle where the silence lies, unspoken but not compromised.

Search for the lost presence of the absent mind.

What you don’t understand is real even if you don’t belong here.

In the ruins of tomorrow when I become death shall my grave read :

‘When the pole star is close and the winds northern blow.

On my grave will then the black dahlias grow.

When the year is ripe sullen than the moonless night,

Shall I rise from the great death, darkness and I will unite.’

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Darkness is a name lost in forevermore, bestowed upon the chosen one that slumbers in cthulhu’s dreams.

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Weeping Flowers

As dark is to the night, a sunless delight, the ephemeral light has finally ceased.

As red is to blood, a crimson flood, the wounded world now bleeds.

As love is to bind, the cruel and the blind, a lullaby unto sleep.

As death is a lie, an eternal goodbye, still many promises to keep.

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Midnight Tales

I have yet to see the darkest time which waits in silence beneath.

In moonlight, marble white,

my fears feast on deceit.

When silver stars, my heart wears,

I find myself pondering deep.

On broken skies when midnight flies,

loneliness slowly creeps.

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