underneath thine dark metaphors...

by BlackFlame We shared a kiss of death with blood on our tongues We conceiled sharp swords in omened wordsUnderneath thine dark metaphors ,I lay in vile blood Abhorence feeds my soul,moondust pours on my sores. In the woods I walk at night under the cold of Moon, Under the cold of Moon I walk at dayThine eyes I see deep within the shadows of life, Thine face I see in every rose that blooms. {Over the autumnal forest a cold breeze of grief blew} Inward urged by the whirlwind of crimson leaves, The Moon sings sinful operettas for my unclean soulThe ocean hithers on the rotten shore The forest withers for the arrival of snow. Shadows ariseth from my universe of loneliness growling dark metaphors to the beauteous grave of you, I holdeth the blood of night in thy rusty chalice As tears descended in the coffin,o'er your face. Underneath the bloody equinox I kiss the dust from graves, For in every single mouth I can feel thine vampiric tasteI tried to dig the mud but it succumbs again Over your coffin,metaphors and over thine face. A bloody moon appears covering all in red Wolves gathered in my front Licking my wounds and my tears With their redden fur... They look to me with sorrow I crave to feel their touch In their eyes I'm just an aeon Brought back by the spell they've cast!