Ravendark Scar Furiel

black-bearded, dirty and ragged I am here. on the verge of tears everything sinks into oblivion. I have abandoned all hopes where love lay.

taste the sun in my wound inviting, unwinding, descent. my nails carve deeper and deeper into thy cold light - another voice, another sigh; our dead faces - opaque thy solar charm -

fuel, fire, ash… do we have the right to take ourselves from ourselves? weak and easily frightened - by still unknown details - our dying tribes mourn in the sunset… in an endless

frail fires to the sky to cover the cries of the moon; as bitter tears drown in blood a burning flood adorns the gloom pour water on thyself for drastic seasons are at hand no law or limit do

one is never truly alone that\'s why I\'ll hide in caves (to escape the excruciating pain) I... can not bear your touch... I have unleashed the senses into magical incidents (in search of my

have you seen the high moon of unknown tribes? defiant, it sings them out of the kingdom of night. before all war we wander within the scorched forest. the paths taste of ash even

all as before... yet I recall thy voice and its archaic plea: look for me... (sometimes I can hear it inside the walls) within the dimness I have kept thy realm with screaming

just say: alive. still breathing in the stillness of your lungs... I\'m alive... and I\'m bleeding... for everyone... outside? what about... inside... into the stillness of your

I struggle to escape the weariness, the fever my altar the bleak soil the offering fresh heather whispers are drowned in sweat I curse not as I rave and hollowed eyes mind their lore the

again we wonder... bearing torches ablaze again, ready to defy ourselves with war-worn weapons.... the hungry fire tribes will wing their way to the battle we\'ll face the red

again we stand ready to defy nature... as grim dirges summon the stars the wind carries our cries of war to the altars of madness adorned with wildflowers; hold water in thy sieve and spell

whispers frighten us... as frenzies grow calm embroidered with vines ancestral solstices unfold clouds are galloping wildly, the wind is growling wilder to call rain to the

do you know who we are? we have invaded this body millenia ago in order to keep alive the dying the more they suffer the less we feel yet we have unleashed the senses in an ominous

I found refuge in sleep but I am aware- painfully aware that light\'s deep inroads will eventually find me even here... between sleep and wakefulness I experience trance like dreams without

scourging winds banish the redden tears into the four dismal caves and now their low murmur echo the voice of thy own tongue these sullen waves horrible and cold creep through forgotten

the moonstone bleeds at the heart of wild woods and the still, pale waters slip deep in death, asleep upon a hail of daggers thy barren womb will bloom again crimson scarlet red in dire

I sigh while I sturggle for breath reddened beyond speech. the circle of silence is renewed and I find myself a prey to panic in a huge temple cold and deserted the high place of worship of a

words slay in cold blood the long unbroken silence you know- life looms hidden everywhere- yet I have abandoned all hopes in stone places where howling whispers run in the deeply hidden

I shivered in the dusk, the moon would crown the night, the wind would gather leaves, the autumn gloom would stain the light and then my mind.... sleep now.....

red bugs entering my mouth to discover my unspoken words earwigs entering my ear to revel in my unthought dreams dragonflies eating my eyes to see the beauties of my death hearthworms entering

holy fire burn my skin reach inside touch me within! holy water wash my grins clear the aspect of my dreams! holy air undo my being clear the essence the bloods spring! holy

from conquered emptiness they rise sad, ancient songs for crimson moon burning so hard its light so clear ever guiding the tides through gloom inspiring the drunken bard to sing of death