Into Moonless Aeons

[ Into Moonless Aeons - (Prose) ]

 

The eleventh winter wilt soon pass,
As the last augury hast been foretold...
The stars ov chaos hath aligned,
Crumble I shalt all empires ov false...
Be moveth such black circles ov ants, randomly!
Making cosmic voids ov endless darkness
As uncertain moments of death ariset
The tree ov such cold lies burn I shalt!

 

 

.: 13st May 08 | © 2008 - All Rights Reserved Belial :.

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

Excellent word crafting my friend. Dark enchantment ebbs through the cosmos... Your style is solid and I much enjoyed the mood of this piece. Bravo!