marți, 21 iulie 2009

Lost

In grains of sand I bathe my hand
My teary eyes just hate this land
My heart I bathe in grains of sand
A dream this be...all dreams must end...

The dunes await thine whispered call
The storm awakes and heavens fall...

Stillborn dreams on hellish breaths take wings...
...golden wings...

In this land so long forgotten
By devil himself begotten...

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