Within the laughter of the grass,
Lonely sits the faun.
No longer ecstatic with joy,
Bacchus has died today.
Whine he no longer drinks,
Slaughter, dripping blood of his kin.
Moonlight Ride of the HorsemanDarkness hovers as a thick mist around,
Seeping into soft skin, penetrating light of Diana.
Upon the great mount, the White Horseman,
Mystic of ages, consul of secrets.
Ride upon the whispers of Silent Night,
In thy hand the grasp of souls.
And flowing mane of thy servant
Playing in tiptoe games with Wind.
Drink only of the raw dew does oneself,
Graceful droplets of the clean tree
In action of purity and sanctity.
To be clean of the ground thy tread,
Noiseless banter upon soft mud.
The ride is smooth as quicksilver,
Unattached to Their lonesome world
And yet still free from natures refuge.
Light prevails, upon darkness
That suffocates the wandering tract.
And fleeting glimpse of the ride,
Of one such as thee, blinds sight
A feeling of euphoric disillusion.
A pained uncertainty of sanity,
As illusion is the isle of Circe.
And still nameless stranger creeps.
Great black slender crept,
In silence upon splash of blood red.
Slowly to sink the
RustThe progression of the ambience upon the shadowy silhouettes,
A deep cut in natures grimace, no longer the melancholic silence.
Fresh dew, a varnish on the hovel, the foundry of man's emptiness,
His footprints bare and old, and knife is carcass to the rust.
But the noise is still existent, the ringing and chimes of
The scratch of the axe upon the flesh.
No longer screams, a melody of chimes and bells.
So sweet the music.
FleshThough flesh has left the earth,
Opiate, so sweet has not.
But stays rather,
An open wound.
Frequent guest of ours,
So close to thy heart.
Phthisis should be leaving,
Soon, upon my own departure.
Blinding to the senses of me,
Taste only knows sawdust,
Vision knows no colour,
Touch is an illusion.
And I, left ravage for the wolves.
Upon this empty bed,
Struggling to raise my hand,
Trying to grab your ghost.
Ghost there is not,
A picture frame instead.
Your timeless face,
To beautiful to be fully captured.
Forever expression you hold,
Always that weak smile,
Anticipation- lonesome sign,
The coming of the Reaper.
The Simplicity in DesireMy delirious lust hangs moist,
Once more for the sweet taste of your smile.
But what is gone forever, is forever lost,
And within your tabernacle lie only bones and echoes.
Like a dusty coffin, built to last only the showroom,
You are already beginning to fade.
And still your voice echoes throughout
Silent hallways upon the dry cracked covering.
Persistent as ever,
Never ceasing to shatter the heart.
The war was lost and the soldiers fell like toys
No matter the cries for an end, they all fell.
One by one their spirits risen,
As the Grandfather of the Stream
Will ride once more to lock them into eternity.
My doubts however resurface,
Eternity has never been what it seems.
What was dubbed eternal has always become mortal.
Even in the life of yourself,
You lied with every word from
Your soft lulling voice.
Your lullaby shambled,
Your foundation cracked,
Your picture ignited.
Forever lost, you yourself have ignited,
It was only the picture that kept you bound.
Lament for BeautyOh faint and distant glow so close and far,
How beautiful the paradox is a coercing reminder
Of the simplicity of the dry wood.
And the bark of the trees-old creaks tired,
A monument in the hot ash and embers,
Even they could not fall.
Instead forced to look upon the grave,
One thousand distant dreams shattered,
And lonely wails will cry on yet.
Oh great city home to the nymph,
Bird, and great Pan, charred and fallen
To its great enemy.
It is full of the smoldering reek of fresh,
Warm, thick blood, still wet upon the canvas.
Never meant to be cover't up.
But ash prevails, soot brimming
Into an amphitheater of what remains,
Animals burrow through the black.
Cancer of the scorched earth,
Eyes can barely grace with the fatal glance,
Beauty has withdrawn from this place,
Familiar becomes forgotten.
NightOn black wing'd horses thy approach,
Nightmarish carriage from blackest depths.
Into the heart to strike fear,
Among men, the fear of life, the end of light.
And hellish fiends of Styxian realm,
Minions of Shadow, knights of Pluto come.
To steel thy breathe cold hard trickle,
Like beaded dew, the frost, upon thy neck.
And from thy eyes vision stole,
End of sight, sanities farewell.
-In the endless tranquil forest,
Hidden by the shadows beneath the leaves,
I smile; at peace with the world,
As your corpse smiles back at me...
A Chance?A Chance?
If noone gives you a chance for a long time,
then when you are finally given one,
most of the times, you gonna fail.
And you'll ask for a second one,
but you don't deserve it,
because out there there are many like you
still awaiting the first one.
Don't Ask For A Chance, Demand What You Need.
The End of the WorldI didn't prepare for the end of the world.
I somehow thought that we, reclusive in a hardened bubble-shell, would survive it.
I didn't brace for impact, I didn't even consider it happening to us. Why would I?
I didn't prepare rations, bedding or bunkers.
It didn't occur to me to imagine a post-apocalyptic world in which our love wasn't enough.
I didn't see it coming. It destroyed me nonetheless.
The end of the world doesn't care for your readiness.
AnimusIf I could
I would vomit my soul
And let it chain itself
To my speech
Like a parasite.
I would let it
Become my puppet master,
And let it sway my arms
I never thought
Instead, I've kept my soul
Trapped in a cage
And watched it
Try to bite
It's way to freedom.
Mia Efkeria?Μια Ευκαιρία;
Αν κανείς δε σου δίνει μια ευκαιρία για πολύ καιρό,
τότε όταν τελικά κάποιος σου δώσει μία,
το πιο πιθανό είναι να αποτύχεις.
Και θα ζητήσεις μια δεύτερη ευκαιρία,
αλλά δεν την αξίζεις,
ForeverYou asked me
how far I would go
for you but you never took
that the earth is round so
I’ll end up
UnitedSo far away
But so close anyway
Going separate ways
But connected, always
United our hearts are
Is our treasure
Even when afar
Our bonds are unbreakable
Our secrets we share
For each other we stand
Everytime and everywhere
-the stars shine
in those brown eyes
(they're terribly empty, aren't they?)
and i know
that every day
is a struggle
(i'm sorry i can't help you)
have been so
b r o k e n
(and no matter what i do, nothing can fix you)
but the emptiness
in those eyes
seems to fade
(and life flickers in those brown hues)
so i'll climb
every mountain top
(just so you can see all the stars in the universe)
a full moon will not bring me backI have learned that there
is a sudden peace
when one has tired of running
all their life.
I have learned that you
should have let me go,
far sooner than you did
because wolves need
to be free. They
need to ravage the dead;
they spear-head the desire
Remember, darling, when
I told you:
"Do not let me touch you,
for I will break you"?
Oh how I throttled your
cawing with pearl-plated paws
and parted apologies.
You swooned over my love,
while I howled for the night.