Aparathus
Gulich
(Phase I: Statuesque) Lanky winds howled over the landscape Black waters denuded circles remote There was a darkened statue aside Whose hat stuck out covered with moonlight He was calm as death Awaited something But not a drastic splinter interfering with his way At once tiny movements enshrouded the line And his shadowed-frozen mimics turned loosing But there was nothing at all in this bleak Just taunting him hollow beyond the surface He cursed them all that night Whispered it Along the self-destructive path into his self Somehow as a sad wretch he seemed standing This instant, basking anew in his dismal way of life Projected spirit with loss of sense (Phase II: Up Wind) It went on amongst the drapery of dim abstruseness And something took its turn virtually unseen Letras de cancionesHis body slowly took in, started writhing and shiver But everything just happened slurred over When merely a muted fluid sound reached his ear Thus his eyes sought something, though he is blind Glances got abandoned, involved with his fear The water was drawn by false tranquillity as a mirror And lured him nearer, slowly, still timidly seeking As abruptly there flushed an up wind neck-wards One second of dead silence appeared and froze Breath and brain just before it drained The scull gently hit the ground and blood collapsed (Phase III: The Fate Irony) Now there was his fate, caught him The moon just kept shining Projected a scape-way fraught with a handful dreary light Crossed by a bloodline and lifeless chill Further a draggling sound crept through the still Trunk and head divided Benighted Hyaline eyes sighted When the water embraced the scull The swarm clustered Engulfing it piece by piece Gulich! Gulich! Gulich! Eaten by his sole remaining passion
From Letras Mania