Über den Sternen

Autumn was in its prime Fruits turned to golden wine The heath shone purple and the haze so softly rose and hovered o`er the ground By magic without sound three figures appeared on misty soil to the village close They appeared as maidens to the ball at the hour of nightfall ...so strange yet beautiful With a glint of sadness in their eyes that could not be denied Yet it added to their charms as they gladly joined the dance ...And they danced as if their life depended on their pace Any man was under a charm and awed by their embrace But the night had to come to end with the morning rays Vanished into the dark... Forever gone and never seen again As if night engulfed their shapes and kept them forevermore Now blue flames glide in the mist of the moonlit moor And enchant any man as they dance through the endless night of their souls

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

On the hillside distant diademed by clouds On a throne of woodland which the mist enshrouds Lucid tower high by the starry roof Thou seems ever nigh even far aloof And when darkness falls Into the deep of night The moon clads those old walls In silver paint of light This eternal site proudly there upholds olden sanguine might -Secret lore unfolds... Deep down in the dungeons where dust dances in faint rays of forlorn lights gone astray Deep down in these ruins water drops from mossy stone A green shimmer on the wet grey Forgotten tales arising from the ancient ground When the pines are luring into myth abound Lucid tower high by the starry roof Thou seems ever nigh -never far aloof...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

Within the mist The arms entwined By moons enshrined and softly kissed The boughs so old With leaves of gold In autumns cloak -The endless oak Deep within the forests heart The oaken throne An ancient soul, a wooden guard The tree of old Centuries have seen its rise Years thousandfold It reigns upright, without demise The oaken throne Roots that touch the fire of the earthen core A crown that rose so tall to where the eagles soar Seat of kings alone The oaken throne Wisdom has been sown The oaken throne

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

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On damp ground he walks and lays the frost upon the meadows and the moss The hunt of fall is on The archer and his bow roam in the valleys cold Eleven brothers know again they`re getting old Rain Wind Fire Ash Snow Arch Mist Death With a whistling ring his arrow cuts the haze and his freezing breath resounds through the calm days As the wheel hangs low in snowy trees forlorn The archer and his kin know they shall be reborn

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

Behind the fading glow of the horizon line Where flame and ice melt into black and sun and moon unite Where drapes enwind so meek the olden mossy trees Across the mountains grey... They glide into the falling night Human in their hearts but cursed they are to roam as swans in daylight freed only by the ev`ning star Unto the end of time... The wild swans fly Into the fading sun... Toward the burning sky Where enchanted woodlands whisper and the creeks fall steep Where cold winds blow in ardour and where the nightbirds weep Concealed the valley lies In which the six swans dwell Beyond the seven mountains Veiled by a vicious spell This deceitful magic To never be undone With every dawns awakening A feathered coat is spun Unto the end of time... The wild swans fly Into the fading sun Toward the burning sky

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

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