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MementoVrej înnămolit de grele daruri,
Ce visul îl țese, de la mare pân' la maluri,
Dintr-un vis mesianic,
Ce-o cădere-l apasă
Căderea din vis,
Rupe pielea agățată-n spini,
În găuri de ape toxice de crini,
Cazi din lume,
Să-ți pierzi de urme,
Să te pierzi în zarea-nsângerată,
Pe cărarea pavată
De pe-un pământ plâns de amintiri,
Tulburat de războaie tăcute,
În văi de izbucniri,
Întunecate de baracude
Și muguri verzi arși de ambiții
Ce-atârnă grele peste glie,
Țesute cu ață de plumb într-o ie
Ce acoperă trupul veșted
și rânced ...
Și gândul, cu soarele-i întunecat,
Rămâne-n ignoranță, mereu culcat,
IntunecareMolie a vremurilor mele
Ce rozi sufletul și gândul și-auzul ființei:
Îți moare gândul crescut cu-atâta grijă,
Pe ramuri cărbunite.
Molie a vremurilor apuse
Adu-mi morții înapoi:
Să zboare vulturul din nou,
Să se scalde în lumini de rouă.
Molie a vremurilor mele
Ce mă rozi și pe mine pe dinăuntru...
Să-mi fie sufletul din nou,
Pe-un plai din răsărit,
lipsit de cavou.
To Blossom BlueEyes flooded of memories,
Cries ripped off of actuality,
Mind has still no connection to the body,
It's just a shell you crave for.
The rehearsal of an agonizing play
Which will fulfill me with pain
Goes on and on in my head
But I can cry no more.
"Who would love you again,
Who would caress your pain away,
You're just a shell to be touched,
Don't you ever feel again",
They said as they laughed inside my head,
With their faces gilded in coppery red.
I'm staring, I'm staring ...
But I can't see you,
For everything I knew was washed away
In those lonely hours in which I craved for the past.
A mourning sigh leaves my lips;
Does it reach you ? I fear not ...
For I was too plain to begin with:
I could not compete with your pride.
In a strange voice they sing,
Perpetual, chanting ...
"Suffering suffering suffering"
Intensified by echoes,
Heated by lanterns,
Hanged on firs,
Ripped by winter winds,
"Suffering suffering suffering"
Driving me insane
With their violin-like voices,
Sharp as knives,
Era urletul din acea noapte
Rupt de viață și de moarte,
Doritor și arzător,
Funest și dezamăgitor.
Norii grei se așterneau
Deasupra gândului vag,
Pamântul se răscula peste-un chip drag
Și ploile-l udau.
O rază subțire și roșiatică
Străpunge nourii argintii și grei
Avântându-se-ntr-un ger năpraznic
Răsfrângându-și lancea înfierată
Spre caldarâmul viscolit,
Vuind a jale și șoptind a disperare
Domul vitraliat al unei minți înverșunate
Părea dintr-o dat' străpuns de doruri
Rupe raza și planteaz-o adânc în suflet
Cât s-acopere vechea așchie
Și s-adoarma deznădejdea și frica
Să dispară într-un cuget
Întrupează frigul încă o dată
Și-adu sentimentele de altădată,
Cât acestea se-
Within the CandlelightThe little light on the sky that makes me remember you
The mistakes that are haunting me within,
The frailty in me gets the demons through
I am waiting for the strength in you to chase them away.
In the dim morning light, under the cloudy sky
I see the firs wrapping the eternal light,
The little shards of memories are leaking
From the solid shut panel of my mind, with all might
I try to keep them away, but I take a step to the borderline...
I would give my soul to you to sew it back in shape
Have faith in you.
This skin is old and stained by my own fall
These eyes are growing weaker day by day
The Christmas lights light a candle inside my soul
And bring back what we have sown.
The child awaits by the fir
No one would hold her near
She hesitates above the ground
She dies of the asphyxiation of fear
On the cold snow.
The scent of the winter, the slow breathing of the wanderer
The shivering that she experienced
The gentle covering of the snow
Makes the new presence come near the fir
Cults of the ShadowShe sat there in her darkest hour
Waiting to find him,
To define him in her dreams.
Messed up in her head
She made him real,
Her one and only
Her one to be.
She met him in her dreams again,
Lived a perfect life inside her head,
Floating with sugar and honey,
Mired with bliss.
The demons began to see,
Began to seed fear in her eyes,
Whispering to her dreaded lies
In the form of bittersweet cries
Seeming to her they would be her true friends
Drowning her in despair.
She began to believe them
And was slowly thrown into decade.
"He" inside her head could not help her
His voice was far away.
The warmth began to fade
The summer was gone, the dream was dead
Sentenced with a fiery punishment
She was kissed with the iced kiss.
When the winter told her she was there
The mourners began to cry
So she cried in a lonely corner
Cornered in her mind by memories,
Ripping her inside-out;
Under a weeping moon
Which rained from her tears
It rained from her fears!...
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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