The darkness has come to stay,all the curses come true
An artist and his muse,
so close that
no one may go.
The gossip about myths and legends,words are spreading in the wind, like a
plague,
invisible, but noticeable, like a feeling on
your inside.
Pens and images, working together, memories of beings who have been
forgotten,
they not visible, they´re alone in the
darkness,
Memories of something else, another
time, somewhere else.
Far away but yet so close, lost in the
mist, lost in old tales.
Cries become words that are written
down by Persephone.
Images become a sensation that
tingles along your spine.
In the hidden, where we are working
together.
We continue to spread the forgotten
words of the supernatural.
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