Candles faded with a winter kiss

Shadows remain along the skin of a

countess

A Crest of tragedies read of a

heartache abroad

The soul I cast weeps beneath

griefs dark facade

A Rune lit grave were my passion had

wept

Sword in my stone heart , under moonlight now slept

I held to the memories along a

sharpened bone knife

Bleeding with waves of frozen red

tides

I kissed a picture of her that I kept

in my mind

The lips of a secret vista that

horizoned inside

Autumn nights that fell within flesh

Also descended with her sin

Remorseless

I breathed in the carnivorous night

The lunar strain of passions delight

Exhaling with a voice hollow and

alone

A blizzard...