And the words fail again
for the wonder of the beauty
silences the innermost turmoils
and what are words,but mere echos
of the faintest whispers of feelings
the bastard child of expression
and confusion.
Naked is the night and shadows
clamour for the rituals
oh! such religion we follow
of glorification of pleasures and flesh
such degradation,such fall into vaacum
look into the dawn of birth,o tired soul
for hope is the wing of Lucifer
and death the destination.
