Aetas de Aranea (Era of the Spider's Web)
Beautiful Dreamer,
Lazing in the sleepy summer sun
With lilies and roses tangled crown in your white hair,
How the world spins through your fingertips
And falls under your spell!
The heat dances mirage in the air
And your eye gleams with pleasure
And sorrow--
A single tear falls and your eye slips shut,
And the verdant sensuality of summer vanishes;
Just another illusion to pass another lonely night,
And there will be no spring
In this dark world
In this dark age.
"Musa de Morbus" (Spirit of Sickness/Poison)
Misunderstood Child,
Carefully restrained fire and ice of mid-autumn,
Seething inside, boiling over with a thousand thoughts
Yet patiently calm, watching the world die slowly
Through cold serpent eyes that cannot remember joy.
Bright leaves dance on the breeze
And for an aching breath you dance with them
Unfettered--
The light gleams along katana edge
And with a jolt of bitterness you return to the scythe of autumn;
The venomous hatred that is your shield.
Summer fades, Winter births
In this dark world
In this dark age.
"Astrum de Ater" (Dark Star)
Dark Stranger,
Hunting through the winter pines,
Your breath panting and freezing in wild hair,
What redemption do you seek in unforgiving frost,
And what crime do your seek to hide in the night?
Snowflakes brush your cheeks
And you pause, one hand reaching to your scarred face
For a breath--
Shake of the head and heartbeat, running again
Through the never-ending winter
Where wolves howl and cry for your lost soul.
There will be no spring
In this dark world
In this dark age.
