Concealed by a cold midnight frost,

this transparent spirit of mine

is floating like an ageless spot

over burning bleeding veins of chalk!



year after year, I plucked the roses

from deserted graveyards of angels,

but only dreams kept them alive..

and the solitude of autumn's night.



what a blessing! cold rivers flowing

blending with the touch of red..

their frozen rhythm choked by time

falling down with tears I once shed!



the mist rises above the deep woods

as hungry wolves begin to howl..

soothing the solitude of my soul

watching the arrival of great Cthulhu!



and oceans rise and smash the cliffs

turning them into dust and fire,

life's just another far away desire

watching over obsidian hell empire!

Whispers Of Night

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-midnight-s-dream-2/