Visions

Sometimes in my dreams I see the lands that I once called home. I see eyes full of joice, full of undiluted hope. Sometimes in my dreams it takes my breath away to hear the whisper of the winds telling what no one else could say. Reflections of old manifest the transience of all that I behold, of all that once was told. I tried to clutch what I've lost long time ago, what haunts my soul when I close my eyes and let my mind go. A monument that I can't touch because it's too great to reach, a monument that I cannot see because it's too wide to percieve. Sometimes in my dreams I see the lands that I once called home. I see eyes full of joice, full of undiluted hope. Sometimes in my dreams it takes my breath away to hear the whisper of the winds telling what no one else could say.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

For years I struggled through starless nights. Sheer endless darkness, sheer endless fights. I've lost my vision, I've lost my way. No colours, no light, who took the sky away? Who took the sky away? This journey was a long one without an aim ahead, I found myself down on my knees in conversation with the dead! Begging for an answer to the question of life, begging for pain to prove if I'm dead or still alive.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Soundlessly a shadow lies at my feet. A silent companion, the only friend I need. At a place like this, concealed and full of strength, I wish that you could see what no one can but me. I was given just one second to decide to leave or to stay. As this path knows no return, so I made my choice and I passed this way. With every step another burden of the past grew pale. Just faded away, released my heart towards the end of the day. It feels like I'm dreaming, like the day conquered the night. Every single stigma covered in guiltless white. The grey old river congealed in all its dignity, completes this blink of perfection before I find myself again.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Bleak are the times for the ones lost in darkness, denying the forthcoming fall of the light. Cold is the world while our dreams lay in ashes, the sun remains a memory in this never-ending night. We burned what once was sacred, destroyed the source of our strength. We followed a God of Destruction, spinelessly we marched towards the end. Towards the end! Now that I'm nothing but one with the soil I've no more to offer but blood, sweat and toil. Now that I'm trembling down on my knees, remorse is my companion, forgiveness what I need. "The voice of nature as the only irrevocable law, is tired of talking, of screaming for prudence. There is no need for nihilism, no need for insatiable greed, no need to defy forces beyond human mastery. How many must die to slake your thirst of power? The earth, drenched in blood, will soon demand revenge. So how many bullets will be enough?"

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025