Nightingale

Not That Type Of Girl

Fall In Love With Me

Fools Fall In Love

Evening Souvenirs

Ava

Unwritten

Hark!. Whence chant of thine. Starlit frames. Tunes witheld the same. That oceans strive. Through this time. Falling for our dying grace. Fading sunset paints a woodlands face.

The Temple Of Sagal

Look to window and reach the eyes that stare to the sky. The snow falls so softly.... It buries the garden. All prepared for the winter, thou have sowed your seeds.

The Race

We ran across frozen mines. Sweeping through gates of dawn. As the sun was gleaming blue. Gaping through me and you.

Statues Amidst A Frozen Sand Of Time

Through the eyes of suffering. They've seen it all - the frames of being here. When time draws near and everything is closing. Life has remained the same as it used to be.

The Fall

Hearses crawl from grey haze. Timeless reign,. Shadowed by face of pain. As we wait behind our doors. For Autumns final blow to come. End of all days.

Solitary

Solely watching life passing by. Stranded helpless at withering sky. Straying through these mazes bleak. With no other place to seek. . Not far from here.

Remnants Of The Only Delight

Yearning for shades of last comfort. The only joy; you cannot take away myself. . I cannot see your smile. You have seen my soul. All day and night. Awake your cry.

Soliloquy

New insights feed my pain. Which way to go this day. Now I know there is another way. . This place is killing me. And through I must be leaving. It seems to hurt as much as always.

Plaintive Scenes

Plaintive scenes awake in moments care. Still, unlike our time that leaves the one who dare. To go again back there to time that never was. Motionless stone with non-existant eyes:.

Release

Heavenly streams I reach. My veins are open. This blissful sea is here for me. . In releasing skies the sun is awoken. I can hear them now. They are calling me.

Nocturne

We float among the dismal parade of night bewildered. Between spleen and ideal, tremendous chasms that lie in here. Apollonian harmony, Dionysian demonic grasp.

Naivete

Leave me now, I will rest forever. Below this frozen earth. All that's left are memories. . Loose your hand from mine, so pale and cold. Turn away, spare yourself from sorrow.

In The Hands Of Storm

When northern storm is rising. He gathers the powers might. Travels through the highest skies. Alone forevermore, but so sublime. . Crying here to be free from mortal form, so valueless.

In Strange Slowfooted Fever

When the evening winds blow high. We will reach for the sky. Winters cold is drawing by. Will we wondering why?. . As the dew drips from the leaves. Open skies, chilly night.