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.