If fear not, come over here, my friend...
30-10-2006 23:31
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As flowers fall on graves, now be my guest in miracle of world
We still create in this delirium of perished brains, which slumber
Within sunshine rays: playing with chance they find vampire being
To burn him, to hear morbid screaming in the dusk inside his flesh
Undead and venomed by debonair mortal sentiments, while tearing skin
And writing secret name in wicked letters of comatose fiend,
That is the only to describe this mournful life in misty days
Of mirror where the miracle of world like fetish of some ancient
Indian tribe become just mystery, and never to be found the key
To lost garden where dead and live can comprehend each other without doubt,
And every single but sincerely deep heart can last forever…
Even if you are just guest beneath the snow-buds – as lilies fall from heaven
In this place tonight – or maybe you’re sophisticated spectre:
Come have some rest inside oblivion round, sit on the frozen ground,
If cold is strong ask one to give you shroud, and try to speak your passions
All aloud to hear some echoes from the graves below…
Dying or living – doesn’t matter here at all for death and life are equal in this world…
So, you are mad enough to listen up till end this insane lied of mine
And you are here, supposed to live and die…
Beneath the lily sky here comes another feeling like or being spectre…
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[400x400]As flowers fall on graves, now be my guest in miracle of world
We still create in this delirium of perished brains, which slumber
Within sunshine rays: playing with chance they find vampire being
To burn him, to hear morbid screaming in the dusk inside his flesh
Undead and venomed by debonair mortal sentiments, while tearing skin
And writing secret name in wicked letters of comatose fiend,
That is the only to describe this mournful life in misty days
Of mirror where the miracle of world like fetish of some ancient
Indian tribe become just mystery, and never to be found the key
To lost garden where dead and live can comprehend each other without doubt,
And every single but sincerely deep heart can last forever…
Even if you are just guest beneath the snow-buds – as lilies fall from heaven
In this place tonight – or maybe you’re sophisticated spectre:
Come have some rest inside oblivion round, sit on the frozen ground,
If cold is strong ask one to give you shroud, and try to speak your passions
All aloud to hear some echoes from the graves below…
Dying or living – doesn’t matter here at all for death and life are equal in this world…
So, you are mad enough to listen up till end this insane lied of mine
And you are here, supposed to live and die…
Beneath the lily sky here comes another feeling like or being spectre…
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-Mirabilis-
31-10-2006-00:03
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Очень красиво. Особенно запомнилась строка о Жизни и Смерти, равных в этом мире.
Markiza_Tenej
31-10-2006-08:28
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Автор - человек необычайно глубокого внутреннего мира. Чувствуется в каждой строчке...
Villard_L_Cord
31-10-2006-14:00
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Markiza_Tenej, спасибо... но я инкуб... *улыбнулся*
-Mirabilis-, они слишком связаны, чтобы быть на разных берегах... благодарю...
-Mirabilis-, они слишком связаны, чтобы быть на разных берегах... благодарю...
Markiza_Tenej
31-10-2006-15:06
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Lestat_de_Llamorte, ах, да! Прошу прощения)
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