From the Temples High

Nahemah

From the Temples High

In the shores of void lays my dream
that avanced like the shadows
in the hungriest hearts
of the darkest secrets
A flash darkens the light
My beloved forever denied
Under my thorned suspicion
Dressed in laments
Cried till becoming rivers
I wake under my own empire
A bloody crown of salt
at the new order arised
to be the stigma
The golden wings of first-born
Plated with dusk
On a withered throne
Raised where the circle excludes
The river follows it's course
without rest in front of my stare
Always icy in me
Empty whisper
The question without tongue
Like a liying leaf
My beautiful cause
rise me again
to look from below
And like a wave of tears
I'll desire again
I promise


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