Noumena

Seduced by cranes' call
When golden mildness of August nights
turn into desperate autumn rust
doth harvest rot or crop decay
as the deeds of men trouble them once again
I inhale the dark depths of fall
The last glimpse of day, alas, drifts away
Swans spread their wings and head for the unknown
rowans side to side bleed from autumnal souls
The glow of your eyes and the blaze of your heart
my saviour amongst the darkest arts
In the starry night thou possess the might over me...
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Blade is forged to bleed
Heart is made of forlorn breed
Death wreathed to seduce
the sons of the northern gloom
Wrath born to be ablazed