Submerged in the Frozen Seas of EternityA scarlet full moon looms gracefully in the twilight evening sky
illuminating the calm translucent waters with crimson lunar light.
As I walk lugubrious and solitary on the forlorn shores of glacial desolation
along the eternal cosmic icy seas…
Embraced by bizarre glowing moonshine, enchanted by nightfall’s melancholic black spell, crestfallen I slowly enter the vastly frozen and effulgent oceans .
Weeping with tears of utter anguish I see the gloomy reflections in the waves -
long forgotten moments, fragments of distant memories buried in the sands of time, my thousand past lives… and a murky sky above.
Otherworldly landscapes stand silently behind me - the pillars of Creation, the black mountains of lunacy, the dark pathless forests, the ancient streams of knowledge and the purple swamps of lust ...
Long I have lived in these wastelands of grief waiting for my time to come, waiting for a sign.
My soul is now ready to recreate what I have lost during the million mill
Lakes of GriefThe lakes of grief were icily cold and translucent, lifeless fish floated on the water surface.
Amorphous birds sang a woeful dirge as they slowly drowned, their wings were lost in a despondent voyage towards the infinite astral ocean.
The leafless, crested, solitary trees shrank in dead silence for they felt the everlasting cosmic sadness.
Exquisite branches formed snowy labyrinths, grey rainbows blossomed in a crimson sky after the grim blizzard.
Deadly mist and and black sorrow sunk us beyond retrieve in the cold and final tide of doom.
In the throes of death was the endless mournful forest, in a state of complete ruin – immolated to the Elder omnipotent gods of dusk.
And now we are drowned in a vortex of grief, the lake of eternity where all shall vanish soon.
Can you hear the spectral echoes from distant astral realms of despair, their wistful chant?
The Chasm is infinitely black and profound, formed by crystal icy tears of otherworldly despair.
The Abyss where we all
Death of AutumnDeath of Autumn
With the first snowflakes she dies
covered in crystal white dust
The withering Autumn cries
and comes Winter with its dusk...
Desolated grey meadows filled with clean snow
Up in the orange sky flies a lonely crow
The sombre black herald of death,
here to proclaim Autumn’s last breath…
Storm clouds appear on the gloomy skies
ready to drown us in everlasting snowfall…
And when the last sunbeam dies
Wintertide will slowly sprawl...
The dark willows are crying in utter grief
for they will never find relief
The sun is silently setting low
adorning the scattered clouds with bizarre glow...
All is dead…The Purity of Winter has reborn
And the world is entwined
with a halo of celestial elevation
never to cease its holy and majestic power