Tearstained this spiritual relief

Mental scars of your precious icon

Obscene medieval monuments, the buried seas

Dark bleeding spectrum, so attractive

My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear

A crimson kaleidoscope, shapeless and shaded

To memories of frozen stars

Whispers, like fragments of silence

The serenade for your scars

Sunter seanean portals the burial tearful tales

Weeps the travelling mirrors of trinity angels

Impaled tears, the fading memories

Stoned flowers across innocence of sapphire lakes

Sombre so cold the loom of midnight cries

My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear

Frozen by the breath of the gloomy dark

I serenade my heart like a rose in the pale autumn

Lurks

My moon, the last I saw is no longer clear