Tearstained this spiritual relief

Mental scars of your precious icon

Obscene medieval monuments, the buried seas

Dark bleeding spectrum, so attractive



My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear



A crimson kaleidoscope, shapeless and shaded

to memories of frozen stars

Whispers, like fragments of silence

The serenade for your scars



Subterreanean portals, the burial tearful tales

Weeps the travelling mirrors of thinity angels



Impaled tears, the fading memories

Stoned flowers across innocence of sapphire lakes

Sombre so cold the loom of midnight cries



My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear



Frozen by the breath of the gloomy dark

I spread my heart

like a rose in the pale autumn lurks



My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear