White summer.
So far I have gone to see you again.
Hiding your face in the palm of your hands.
Finding solace in the
words I do despise.
You snatch at every sound.
And even though you believe that I am shackled within death,
memories are
tainted with paleness.
Crestfallen still.
Those eyes... empty like a barren well.
It was the only task I would
undertake.
To reap the harvest that was mine.
The seed that had sprung into a florid meadow,
and left me helpless in your
embrace.
The bond we never spoke of, once stark and enticing,
now slowly smoldering to dust.
The celestial touch, from grey
to black.
A fathomless void enclosing.
Unwritten secrets beneath the cobwebs.
I can not endure.
And so I rose from my
sleep.
The moon turned away its face.
Overture of the long, black night begins...
something you said: "Eerie circles upon the
waters".
Until now we have shared the same aura.
My ashes within your hands.
My breath in the sepulchral mound.
You
know that your night is my day.
The final spark that blew life into me,
the DEMON OF THE FALL.