Forest of Hallucinations

Spread your wings

Oh! Glorious brute angel

To desecrate and crush

The light of fallen gods

From his thoughts I have fallen

And my blood is impure

“Your seed of vengeance is my only path”

Cries the heiress as the dream dies

Like thorns made flesh

Born out of sorrow

Tasting the cruel whip

Of immortality

An during that white night

Where the burning child was born

The seven spears

The seven dreams

A solitary heaven

With a chariot in its veil

Has outlived itself

Yet the remedy of rebellion

Blossoms…

(That fire that dances wildly

In the slumber of its ingenuity

One day it will rage

At the thought of it's creator)

Hiding behind a pathetic wound

The fallen feathers turn to blue

With the always silent

Vigil of the black moon

A cry resounds

In the emptiness of our doom

Vigil of the black moon

Devoid

Of reason

Unchain

The path towards death

And repent…

A spirit lost

In the transient waters of divinity

Fill my eyes and limbs and everything in between

Me and this putrid desire