Melt the Frost
The sun has gone
This desolate morn,
The day is like the dreary fern,
The songs of silence are shouted
High and shrill unto the air,
The occasional drips and leaked skies,
Are just a fervourless sounding lies.
The lights have begone, a dim lit room-
No sight, no smell,
There hath been no flowers’ bloom.
The three month's white
And an uncertain moment,
Look not back into death's lament.
Rise to an absolute power,
Flames of the awoken red flower;
The birds speak a feeble tone
And the silence devours all alone.
Once a strange hypnotic night
Made up of the darkest of light,
Once a dawn of a dreary day
Power shouts Do as I say;
The broken souls turn to zombies
And evil lurks when goodness denies;
Far ashore the ships that set sail,
Floated in a succumbed dumbstruck wail.
All was stark and foggy
One last song from memory
Let it dissolve to be merry,
And let go of your firmament's dream
And float on, on the sea at it's brim,
A Grail of water that heals all time-
The ever-changing eternal infinite,
One small sip at the end of all oceans,
The frost in time melts away with ill sensations;
Smells return, sounds sing
Time passes, all healing.