COLDEST NIGHT

Nights will be cruel and the days will be harsh,
people will be lame and their shadows shall be claimed.
Power is pointless but the intentions are spineless,
men are stuborn and the ladies demanding.

But as long as the wind howls and the sun blazes,
the core of my heart will burn with vengeance of
a 1000 shattered dreams that died at nights.

The stars will freeze to blocks and the
space will be brocken by its shards.
The only time that matters is now and
the only time that matters will be now.

Past will be ashes and future the darkest.
The beast that lurks inside will emerge
throught the reflections of unworthiness.
Peaks of time mined for the
wounded souls will burn with hell fire.

The dead will rise by my will and the living
will crumble under the smoke of fear.
Banshees with red eyes and fiery hoods
will shriek the songs of coldest nights.

The only witness to the tale of obliteration
will be Luna alone in the starkest darkest sky.
She will sing the song of cold
nights from an empty haunting sky.