And sunny days are over,
Winter its shadow has cast,
And Sun has to hide and cover,
...they have come.
When cold are the nights,
And milky mornings fog conceals,
Bare trees produce scary sights,
Our fate intertwines and seals...
...and they come.
Stay, if for just a moment,
light a candle in the dark,
They are not here to torment,
But to give us of hope a spark,
...therefore did they come.
Once a year at this sacred time,
When the gates of Beyond unlock,
And Nature mysterious plays chime,
They come to us again...
...and knock.
Do not fear them, ancient souls,
They mean no harm when they arrive,
To remind us as wintry shadow grows,
That we still walk this Earth, that...
... we are alive!
So think of the deeds done,
And of those still lying ahead,
Challenge your choices, if you can,
For this is the night of those...
...who are dead.
Copyright© Finwaell, 2009-2010
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nightmare96
6. 11.novembra 2009 09:33
moja uprimna poklona... je to skvele!
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