Flights of Lucifer

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.