Song of The Dark Art

Witch of dusk came along sadness,
linger in the evening sun, trembling,
watching the earth without testimony,
intimidating with terrifying madness.


The moon embraced by sorrow,
the stars decided to stay away,
leaving the eye of storm,
dying in front of the dark arc.


Red light gently fade away,
erased by the laugh of greedy owl,
flapping around, captivating all unhappy souls...


The world conceives the pain,
the wind carried the rain, hurting,
standing in the middle of hawk field,
an angel wounded by own tears,
crying at loud to the sky,
staring at his bloody wings.


My darling once told me,
an endless story of wandering person,
which struggle with his shadow,
to reach the top of hope.


Before I realized myself,
she smiled to me and said it was me...