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...Lauantai 17.04.2010 00:00

Fade away...

The water pours its embracing arms around the stone.
Decay drips from the unquiet void,
where the ice forms, where life ends.
The stone is by the crimson flood, swallowed.
The red tide beyond the ebon wound, contorted.
My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory.
A wave to end all time.
Red birds escape from my wounds,
and return as falling snow.
To sweep the landscape, a wind haunted,
wings without bodies.
The snow, the bitter snowfall.
You want to die in her pale arms, Crystalline...
To become an ode to silence.
In the soul of a mountain of birds, fallen...
The cascading pallor, of ghostless feather.
The snow has fallen and raised this white mountain,
On which you will die and fade away in silence...
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