IBM
Senior Member
- Reaction score
- 12
The Horizon marks dawning
Cold whiffing thick mist.
Ravens cry in anguish
For the Romanticism
Perished in the trees
Frozen leaves rustle,
Dew glints in the Shadow
With ashes of the lost battle
For Love which Destiny had doomed
Standing the Monks pray for the soul
Whom rode in search for Hapiness
Imprisioned in Stars by the path
Full of pits and abyss between the Clouds
Failed his conquest
Its time to heal the wounds
But curse will be his memories
Eternal like his pity soul.
Cold whiffing thick mist.
Ravens cry in anguish
For the Romanticism
Perished in the trees
Frozen leaves rustle,
Dew glints in the Shadow
With ashes of the lost battle
For Love which Destiny had doomed
Standing the Monks pray for the soul
Whom rode in search for Hapiness
Imprisioned in Stars by the path
Full of pits and abyss between the Clouds
Failed his conquest
Its time to heal the wounds
But curse will be his memories
Eternal like his pity soul.