Monday, October 12, 2015

End not end

I closed my eyes
And saw it all
Closed my lips
And screamed
Every breath inside
Brings closer the fall
To the living necropolis
Killing the things
That are weak
And have no defender
So now
From the nightmare
The dreams await
Sings the choir, it sings
Sleep the dreamers
Awaken it is time
Sleep does our king
He who is immortal
Above us all
He is sleeping
His silver cord intact
In slumber
In his December
In Avalon
Where the Fates still measure
And cut
The life cord
For the mortals
In life
But his
Goes on forever
And he will awaken
And it will be spring
And soon thereafter
The isle of apples
Will shine golden
And beautiful