3 acessos
Cold chill rises as the sun sinks beneath the waves
Long over tones of drone no angel's dance above me
In vein I reach to find no save
Just bleak reach beyond the dark endless sea
As I gaze out towards the colossal
Not a sound no whisper heard far or near
Tempest roars crash with thundering of waves
Silence was stirred by the flight of fear
From my peripheral the raven flew again
To the land sung in tongues song
Of a man who claims to be sane
I name the wind with my word craft
To the sway of trees all deeds are done
I listen to the moans of the voice of the dark
I follow blindly to find I'm the lark
Cold chill winds blow endless upon these shores
To find I have gazed deep into time and space
These pages blank covered with sores
Pages flicker in the wind in such beauty and grace
No more shall I read