bleak silver streams

the light of many a star

born from thrones in dark heaven

and swept in the suns demise

bleak silver streams

the radiance of eternity

paint the meadows in dismal shades

as sleeping death seep thru the clouds



i stand motionless and

marvel with empty eyes

like a portrait of bliss forsaken

wearing the colors of loss

i stand motionless

like a grieving graveyard statue

and i drape my face with my bare hands

as sleeping death seeps thru the clouds



i felt a dying embrace

a soft breeze of weary winds

singing silent lamentations

a prologue to a tragedy untold

clad in the cold breath of october

the stars fall from their thrones

and my last gleam of hope fade away



in this crestfall orchard

where the final chapter lies written

dressed in a robe of shattered dreams

as the flower withers

in this crestfallen orchard

where fallen leaves lies dying

i kneel down in solitude

as sleeping death seeps thru the clouds



i stare into the forever night

and i travel beyond the fallen stars

i sink into oblivions twilight dream

where my sleeping beauty

lies sleeping with the dead