Concealed by a cold midnight frost, <br /> <br />this transparent spirit of mine <br /> <br />is floating like an ageless spot <br /> <br />over burning bleeding veins of chalk! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />year after year, I plucked the roses <br /> <br />from deserted graveyards of angels, <br /> <br />but only dreams kept them alive.. <br /> <br />and the solitude of autumn's night. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />what a blessing! cold rivers flowing <br /> <br />blending with the touch of red.. <br /> <br />their frozen rhythm choked by time <br /> <br />falling down with tears I once shed! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />the mist rises above the deep woods <br /> <br />as hungry wolves begin to howl.. <br /> <br />soothing the solitude of my soul <br /> <br /> watching the arrival of great Cthulhu! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />and oceans rise and smash the cliffs <br /> <br />turning them into dust and fire, <br /> <br />life's just another far away desire <br /> <br />watching over obsidian hell empire!<br /><br />Whispers Of Night<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-midnight-s-dream-2/
