Lonely Crow stories #1

The Soulless Dreamer


Lurking in the dark night of grey angels
In the agony of lost hope
Wept in fire and dust of burned petals
His spirit is caged deep
Below the ardent vile, into the obscure

Dark feathers crumble in night’s lust,he
Painted red in bleeding wings
Followed by dead birds to the feral temple,
Where he lives in the shadows
Like a worm in the rotten carcasses

Time can’t heal his fragmented soul, buried
Deep inside the hell’s graveyard
Climbed all walls, the ice castle has no
Escape into life, drained out of desire
Burned through vein, he
Saw his love in ashes, closed his eyes
Let his eyes bleed, he called
Death for one last time



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