The Mist

4. října 2011 v 22:16 | Argonna |  Poézia
The mist

I`m standing here, in the mist.
To hide my sins of old
So I would look angelic
In the streets of gold.


 

The Song

18. prosince 2010 v 0:38 | Argonna |  Poézia

The one who grieves, in silent tunes
Forgotten by all
Still burried lies, in autumn leaves
Of the forest hall.

How high he could, rise into skies
Now deep in the clay
Just like this path in ancient wood
Where the others lay

"The sweetest trill on lips I hath
Last words of a tale
For sirens song, no need to kill
The last nightingale..."

wingg

Dark room (and my breath in it)

21. října 2010 v 18:25 | Argonna
Takto znela téma na môj predmet - Kreatívne písanie, ktorá ma inšpirovala k vytvoreniu básne :)

dark room
Night is a witch.
She charms your mind.
Fade from her reach,
you ll never find.

In darkness - blind.
My breath yet calls,
is left behind
in silent halls.

Dragons, creatures, trolls,
werewulfs and a ghost.
Among these four walls,
somehow I feel lost.

Dare you save me before dawn,
by truning the light on?


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