Yearning for days of yore

in elysian daydreams

Burn with a fatal gloss

a confounding mirror of souls

Dance with the winterwinds

in thy visions so sanguine

Glance upon Stygian streams

where lies hidden a pale secrecy



Hark...

lures of the siren

yearn for the days when blithe thou was



Sworn to a secrecy

an arcanum devotee

Mourning a life with thee

a descendance of watery argentine

Trance of thy frailty

endure the exsanguine

Glance beyond closed eyelids

the conundrum of all mysteries Crossing in life...my heart

with silver in times...I'm weak

too weak...

Wan circling skies

secretes...silvering sorrow

Precious to me Aphelion

Thou are the fields where we wither still

Exhaust in thy waning world

My Aphelion

on a broken mirror

where the veils of night and day seems as one

May thy lids gather again

on a vast and frail crusade

Invigoration of pain pervation this time