Wednesday, 11 August 2010

The Lady Of The Wolf

As dark as the night could be,
I’m listening to the howling of the wolf..
Far in the distance beyond the grave of mankind,
Weeping sorrow of the hound tear the flesh of my heart..

Where the wound exposes the dark sweet thick blood,
Dripping nervously when the wolves picked up the scent..

A mixture of taste on my tongue,
Where shall I find the remedy for my soul?

On with the whimpering prey!
Let them devour on the weak darkling creatures,
The dark lady will be dancing..
To the rhytmn of pure ecstasy for the new born disciples..

Novenia – 09.08.2010 – 21.37