Letheus Nocturnus
Evil Poetry
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Light of blue fire
I see the ethereal face
In this paradise of darkness.
Across the eternal night
I feel the black winds
Beyond of these vaults of ice.
And so the moon still being
There is a life, a sad feeling.
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The moon still there
Still making the loneliness shadow.
The moon doesn't see me
There is a chasm between our eyes.
My silence is a crucified lament,
Only waits the rain of your eyes,
The cry of the moon!
Poetry is the true way,
I spread the blackened words,
Was the language of the forest.