The Cloud Upon Her Brow

Upon a chair of solemn wood, She sat - as only madness could - In garments torn by Time’s decree, Betwixt the womb and mockery.

Caught in the net, without a name, a gaze that slips through silent frame.
My breath fights back, the fabric cries, I pull, I tear – sti...

Before a door of stone and might, she stands alone, in veiled white light.
A silent cloth she holds with grace, to shield the truth, yet...

A butterfly crawls from muted depths, from a silent mouth, in frozen night.
In shadowed peace, where fears lie sleeping, it found its wa...

A veil made of shadows, a flutter from night, the face lies hidden, yet wakes into light.
Black roses bloom in the dark, out of sight, a...

Es wäre eine Sünde, wenn einer von uns beiden ein Heiliger wäre

In the midst of the dark forest, the dryad danced, her movements reflecting the pain of the ravaged woods, while her leaves softly whispe...

Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness

You seek the light – time slips away.
You seek in vain, for you are blind.

Darkness