Where Her Demons Go, We Will Follow (Symphonic Black Metal) — DivinumX ‘tis the time of night when your love strutsWith a mixed perfume of musk and havanaLike a strange deity, dark as the nightsLike a work of dead gods of the Savannah. ’tis that time of night I know how to tameMe, by writing; and you, …
…a poem by Sena Quashie Tonight the moon dances with laziness; As well as beautyOn the cushions of many who dream. With its dull light like a distracted handIt caresses the outlines of ourselves as we fall asleep. On the satin back of the soft avalanches, Dying, she surrenders to the long swoon, And walks in our eyes, a white …
via KINGOFWALLPAPERS.COM There’s never been a night I wanted to whisper in your ear moreThan I did last night.I wanted to shape the cold breeze,And the pattering rain,And open your mind to mine. I want to lay my thoughts out like a morbid canvas;Spread the brain,Press out the creases,And show you the vivid colours swirling …
I heard clear silence
…a poem by Sena Quashie
Listening to my alter ego
I forget my wishes
It is not nice
When the choking gray blue
Of that life sentence
Under the yoke of the wind
Is not a choice
But he must be wise in praying
He, who relies on the Grace of God
Be my last friend standing
Though the mistral blows right
You have the soul of a poet
And you’re crazy enough to ignore
The season of threat
Where your solitude partied
I only did look at the sky
As they quickly spent
The hours of Christmas.
But in the darkness of my eyes
Nobody came
Only last night I was lost
In your kiss
But with our heart sleeping
Who do you take with you?
These walls are too conciliatory.
And your disobedient wishes
Are parties to dawn
In there wanders a poem
Which reflect on the gems
Was it in a dream
Or was it in the waking day
That I thought I heard clear silence
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