BlackWizard (Joakim from the grave)
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27 ene 2019, 12:38

The Baying Of My Hounds 

  Poesía
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Beneath the mire where lays the golden absolution,
The Gate stands open from beggining to the end of time.
I hear the baying of the hounds, their retribution
is on it's way to conquer every living man. 

 

I see the hunger in their eyes, so cold and empty
like vortexes, engulfing every human flesh and soul.
An endless maws devouring everything that's sacred,
they bring destruction as world becomes a darkened hole.

 

..and now i hear my dead desires, baying with the hounds
where present, past and future unites in swirling undertow.
There's just one tiny step has left towards the sounds
of thunders, lightningstorms and fires from below.

© Joakim from the grave Todos los derechos reservados

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  • Мерси, мерси.
  • Предупреждение за разрухата..Ще спрем ли апокалипсиса..Хареса ми! Поздрави!
  • Силна образност; много добре се е получило на английски!
  • Апокалиптична картина, в сиво и мрачно.
    Така я видях аз.
    Докато четох в ума ми звучеше една мисъл: "На ръба на времето"
    Силно внушение, завладяващо, унищожително.
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