Death of a ForestThe forgotten gods can't stand the lightwhere the shadows used to fallThe Death is called brother of Sleep, the last of the Free.She calls the crows to the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank.Sagrada Familia queuing to step down from heaven...In every leaf, every tearhidden hunter's remorseLost between hell and paradise, between time and space,Immense silence after the ice has melted.Unforget...No echo of my footsteps... It's time to run away.A heart of steel is always the weakest.
PoetreeNOTE: The poem should have the shape of a tree. If it looks messy, your monitor is too narrow. Press "Ctrl" and "-" until it fits into your monitor, or follow the link in the author's comments. Thank you! In darkness sweet I dream I sleep; my fate to wait till time is ripe A tender leaf curled in the seed, an idea that would be freed I dream of bra