Zitat von navre am 1 Dezember, 2007, 1050 Uhr

Well it would seem as if it is that time again, time that I again post something new here. Not that I have to but it has been a while. This one was written on halloween in the aptly named and often mentioned coffin bar where I go to partake in insperational vibes... The title in my opion for the moment sucks but then again, maybe I will change it later till then enjoy

“Tri-fectaâ€￾

Memento Mori…
The accoutrements cry.
In their wood grain voices,
And icy howls.
Remember your birth right,
The promised night!

Live long,
Through the crowded ancient streets.
Which scream out for more,
More life,
More will,
More chocolate covered drops of memory.
Memories that can be seen.
But, never relived.

It is in this,
We take solace.
The light of the silvery moon,
The fresh trod earth,
Plod beneath our feet.
The stoic voices of thyn brethren.
The freedom,
Wrought by the night sky.
Give in not,
To thy human weakness.
Instead,
Give willingly,
To thy true nature’s spirit.