An Era Of Time

Time freezes moments and the conquered escape as the truth breaks the silence of innocence,

Calling grace she looses face and sinks beneath her spirit's fatal desire to live forever, 

Darkness victors as the lantern lets up the light of life,

The martyred angel rises to sing for the last time in her brief lifetime,

The bosoming cherry tree wilts with the sorrow of loneliness and abandonment its heart possess, 

The black hole pulls the weak in its void of obscurity they who offer resistance are reaped to threads by the Teeth of doom, 

The diamond's immortality jeers at the death of time that remains raped by the moonshine of shame,

Time reap hearts part as it reveals the sealed secrets of the ignored treasures,

Time martyrs without remorse and offers salvation by clotting the minds of the numb and dying spirits,

The final frontier eludes their desire to break the chains of desperation which take toll in the presence of a guardian angel's absence,

The fear of death embraces all that stare at the face of darkness, As the whirl wind strikes the candle light's Life falls victim to its venom, 

The medieval shield against time is annihilated as the lose of grace hallows through the hearts of the Forsaken, 

Step in the realm where everything burns with the darkness of the unmistakable murky light that chases life till The end, 

To live and die is to breathe and weep as time goes by.

A Gory Enchantment

With death before my eyes
I sigh and hope it falls now,
This blood in the snow
Has been shed to relinquish
This hopeless devotion.
The darkness will embrace
My lust to burn in its kill.

A gory stain escapes
From my mind…these weeps
Will bear no delight.
Veins pumping man’s iniquity
Pours more fury in the heart
I once had…
Winds blown by the dead
Dry the gruesome fears
Of life’s long and dark trail.

With this disgraceful odium
Of a life gone wrong
I know I’ll die alone:
Grace will forget my face,
Death will give me one
And pain will offer me its
Promise of the twilight.
I’ll be forgotten by grace
And remembered by wickedness
With all its shame of night.

In this dungeon of spikes
I’ll bleed to slay
My inner desires
To end this thick carnage
My tongue only knows blood
My mind only sees tenderness
Nothing seems right
Here in the fortress of evil
The sovereign of the underworld
Speaks through my bleeding ears.
A heart charred by life’s
Deceptive nature
Will beat with the rhythm of
The dying flurry owl’s howl.

Doused in its spiral wrath
I cannot flee from this confusing supremacy,
My skin melts with this gruesome embrace,
Tonight I’ll feast upon the flesh of this eve,
As daylight stalls this wretchedness
The cracks of my mind smolder
The last bit of breath my soul had…