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Black clouds sojourning over rusting gates The wind, like sentinels, stands still Worldly corridors lead towards ebony feathers of spirits that soar Time knows not the ones who follow it (the subjects) It hears, sees, and speaks nothing But leaves b...

Silence... Dying forest now the color of rust Augury of the age of steel to dust Somber song from the throat of the crane Dejected wind now sighing Agonized, in pain In the release of winter’s cold caress Snowfall becomes her pale white dress...

By winds of seasons passing, obsecration of the owl Heeded by all nocturnal is its haunting howl In the forest, by the mist among the tombstones Epitaph on gray tells the way Deep wounds were once cut into the bark Their remnants still remain as mem...

“Here I asseverate Twilight of the white raven’s throne Of the feathers’ hue like ashes of bones I come to usurp the throne Alea iacta est - The return of days passed” My Viridian altar under the rule of the sun -The return of the benevolent ki...