@migu music@

Like snowfall

You cried a silent storm

Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall

Amber nectar

Misery ichor

Cascading in streams of hallowed form

For each stain, a forsaken shadow

You are the lugubrious spirit

Etched in the oak of wonder

You are the sullen voice and silent storm

Each night

I lay awakened by her shivering silent voice

From the shapes in the corridor walls

It pierces the solitude like that of a distant scream

In the pitch-black forest of my delusion

With each passing day, a deeper grave

Why did you leave me to die

Why did you abandon me

Why did you walk away and leave me bitterly yearning

Her haunting, contorted despair was etched into the wood's grain

Though fire rages within me

No fire burns fiercer than her desire

The shape whispers my name

I damn this oak

I damn her sorrow

I damn these oaken corridors

That bear the ghosts of those

I've thrown away

Though tempted

I am to caress her texture divine

And taste her pain sweet

Sweet like brandy wine

I must burn these halls

These corridors

And silence her shrill

Tormenting voice forever

Like snowfall

You cried a silent storm

No tears stain this dust in my hands

But from this ashen gray

Her voice still whispers my name

You were the lugubrious spirit

Who haunted the oak of wonder

You were the geist that warned this frozen silent storm

You were but a ghost in my arms