петък, 7 август 2009 г.


Summer rays, birds in flight
and forgotten sleeps evil.
Where and when all began?
Was it really ever?

Lost were deep in the ages
in the mean darkest darkness
our dearest places
source of grace and of kindness.

Dressed in wild precious stones,
wise sapphires, sunny diamonds,
crystal arcs, shiny domes,
all that sunk in the silence...

There's a spell, mighty spell,
whispering winds Laws of mercy,
shouting them till the End,
till the Love breaks the curses.

Till the night turns all bright
and on earth falls the Heaven.
Till we rise - Gods of Light.
Free. Reborn. Still. Forever.

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