Troisi?me Le?on

I'll die without a whisper against you, my Lord.

Roses her eyes on the weary veil of Dawn.

We were lost in a sea of darkness.
A darksom opalescent sky left us stranded
Within the remnants of our dreams.
Oblivion ensnared the azure in our visions.
The Moon became as blood,
And I wash its reflection in my own blood
Which dyes purple stars to ivory rain.
But we were lost in a sea of darkness.

And we met her, Luvadea,
The first born of Death.

Plorans ploravit in nocte.

To be continued...