- A Burial at Ornans
You, wander through the fields,
Your, sorrow as I advocate the depression,
Stumble into the hardened earth
And become engulfed by the seeds of plague,
The sky submits to the colour purple,
Descending from above,
The holy ghost, does their saviour seem holy?
A black spectre is sent downwards instead,
- Cerulean Transience of All My Imagined Shores
All is calm, all is quiescent-the colour magenta,
The afternoon breeze finds its way to my soul,
AsI sit there and enhance the tranquillity,
The solace of sensory magic, Irreplaceable nirvana,
My body feels the effect of blood-letting,
The winds brought in from the south coast replace
Such drainful inhabitance,
My eyelids voluntarily close as the blue horizon line takes shape,
- Nightside of Eden
No one feels the pain,
The pain deep inside that I feel,
No one sheds the tears,
The tears that lay down within me,
No one understands my silence,
The silence which embraces my aura,
No one knows my desolation,
The desolation which keeps me so disant,
- The Spirits of the Tall Hills
Standing upon the portal where my eyes have become weary,
The cold winds from the south bring ghastly fragments of
The forgotten land, where, once the spirits stood along
The desolate shore to dissappear into the silenced murk,
"Some by seven gated Thebes in the land of Kadmos There,
For these, the end of death was misted about them",
As my eyes slowly descend, Thedust transcends into my frail structure,
The wind, the cold wind breaks my complete silence,