my demons awake
Your angels are asleep
Death won the battle
but we are preparing a response.
shattered realm of generations
is the funeral of his own coffin.
fantasy of darkness or darkness game
in our hearts last battle.
A new life comes
if we will find the truth
where there are dead orchids
and the sweet smell of rain
attracts our consciousness
and we get into the castle of destiny.
My words will not hear
your wounds not yet healed
the sun shines at night
The moon had disappeared forever.
body racked with pain
scars and burns, the hands are bleeding
exhausted by centuries of wisdom
We are looking for freedom in the unknown poems.
wake up from sleep, the wanderer
show us the path of darkness.
we go back
six hundred years
passing six dozen tests
and earned six lonely days.
The Dead Orchids
© Copyright: Маргарита Дудина, 2011
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