Monday, September 24, 2012

Golden Rose


This is all you get
Within roses, thorn are born
Within Thorns, roses dye
After all the pain and sorrow
Nothing else matters

With the sweet touch of the afterlife
You will find that within you
There is nothing more, nothing to love
Only withered roses

Among black roses
We shall dance the dance macabre
Because we all dance with the devil

With golden strings attached to us
We are just puppets of destiny
No purpose, no fate, just endless roses that whiter
Just waiting…for that white moment

With the melody from the dead orchestra
I shall continue dancing
For my golden rose is yet to wither
Although…gold and coal…are not that distant
And that is what will remain…ashes…

Allexei Sky



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