Black wings of night embrace the ravens

As their flight is burnt to cinder,

An essence spilt over a world

Too dead to live a dream.



The scarlet roses melt upon our graves

As quick as shadows cast by Time,

What once was of emerald green

Turned to barren wasteland.



Beneath the veils, the moon is shrinking,

When a somber frozen heart inside

A mortal's chest is yet to die-

Oh! but what a night! said he..

All icy stars explode across the sky

Like shimmering angels' dust,

They fall in front of our dreaming eyes!

Whispers Of Night

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