Friday, February 15, 2013

darkness comes early

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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