journey
Reckoning night
In shy shades of green I come to life
The forests sky lies alone in the night
The wind blows hard just like a sharp knife
And I'm still amazed of the nights great might.
A beast bows at the white shining moon
The trees move back and forth scared of the shadows
We will go back to the beginning very soon
To the graveyard full of whipping widows.
In the still of the night the lake shivers rough
The crow left under the murder crows and flies off
This journey may seem easy, but it's quite tough
Mostly when the stars and lights turn off...
I reckon I must follow this path
This flow of ideas is dead without light
A primary need it's what it's about
In the shy shades of green that come back to life.
Of tales and dreams
In ancient times and shattered wings
With kings and queens that age begins
With ideas of peace and grand and fame
The story might seem a simple frame.
They gathered at one’s place to talk bout days
Glancing through the window at the outsides grace
At the trees trembling under the sun’s eyes
The wind blowing and the moons arise.
The sweet gentle lady with the bloody red dress
Asked the kind man a story to tell
Yet he hesitated and said with a small voice:
“My dear lady do I have a choice?”
Words he said jumped through the room
The nights embraced the flowers in bloom
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