Gedichten: Gedicht
Cold fangs embrace me, the sun, a freezing stone.
Life like a mountain, standing alone,
Icy enormous, a bird on the top,
The transparent wings, like shadows, spread up.
The muscles too slabby, trying too hard.
Slender dark thoughts, dying by start.
Once there will be, a spirit so old:
Haunting the thoughts, a body to hold.
Warm words around him, building a force,
Killing the enemy, breaking the curse.
Icy enormous, the bird on the top.
The feathers are lightning, the moon’s coming up.
The muscles still slabby, but just strong enough,
Spreading the wings, trying, still tough.
The eternal cage broken, flying to heaven’s domain,
Dwelled to the moon, spitting a great flame.
Heat of the fire, melting the snow,
The mountain is drowning, the bird flies too low.
Paws reach the water, wind cries a song.
Four elements become one, life goes on.
The spirit awakes, the birth of death.
Silver skin rips open, the blood is red,
Uneternal bird, you will also die.
Thoughts forgotten, flown away. His final cry.
Cold fangs embrace him, the sun a freezing stone,
Life like a mountain, forever alone.
Love is ended, bitter is the pain.
My heart’s hurting, nothing I can explain.
When I die, my life’ll be buried in fantasy.
With my silver bird of darkness, I’ll escape from reality.
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