Twilight Before Sunrise
Theatre of Shadows<br/> <br/> Here, among stonewalls, the scintillate streams are poured by the magic light.<br/> It run above worldwide, and look, listen, feel...<br/> When it occur here, it mysterious luminescence, merging with radiant energy of starlight,<br/> is reconstructs the images of departed. I see the shadows of the friends and enemies.<br/> Sometimes they stay to get warm at my fire, and sometimes they spatter the stream,<br/> aspiring to fill and kill the heat, bestow to them, forgetting that they are only the shadows...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
When I've Lost Myself<br/> <br/> When I've lost myself,<br/> I've lost my thoughts, passions and desires,<br/> only grey thick fog of oblivion remained,<br/> devouring all around, bitter taste of sorrow<br/> on my lips remained,<br/> and a sharp blade,<br/> cutting to pieces<br/> the sole mind self-confidence dogma, created through many long years by the blind faith.<br/> Torn waste remained,<br/> a waste of a piece of bygone truth,<br/> decaying like a rotten substance<br/> under the fingers.<br/> <br/> Hot water remained, red-hue hot water in the bathroom, on a material ground;<br/> very blunt but already native tender knife in unruly hands...<br/> <br/> The blind faith has been betrayed,<br/> rich pulp of a dream has lost its taste.<br/> Lots of mirrors surround me,<br/> in them I see conceited images of the ones with whom I had<br/> the honour to enjoy the appearance<br/> of the same world in the past.<br/> When they see me, so amorphous now,<br/> they break their mirrors ensuring legal<br/> independence and spiritual firmness<br/> for themselves. I lie on the crossing of floor and cosmos:<br/> my physical body is too exhausted to move<br/> - there's no direction,<br/> and I, heeding not the thousands of voices<br/> from below and from above,<br/> trying to keep on a thin skilfully finished<br/> bridge, I walk down The Chosen Path.<br/> But memories come back,<br/> and shining fragments of the beautiful carved<br/> railing of the bridge<br/> fall down into the abyss...<br/> <br/> When I've lost myself,<br/> I've lost my thoughts, passions and desires,<br/> only grey thick fog of oblivion remained,<br/> devouring all around, bitter taste of sorrow<br/> on my lips remained,<br/> and a sharp blade...<br/> <br/> the railing has never existed,<br/> and below the thick rotten fog shrouds my feet:<br/> if a wound is to heal over, it must ache...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Colcenation<br/> <br/> ...In the impenetrable fog<br/> lives only the thing reviving in you.<br/> Feet have got used to a firm ground - there's no hope for them.<br/> Only thoughts have power here.<br/> Here they take form and content,<br/> here they rule over their owners,<br/> or on the contrary,<br/> bring them to the initial chaos<br/> on the wings of inspired stream of will.<br/> <br/> What has remained in me?<br/> Everything that could be my enemy<br/> here is now dead in me;<br/> everything that occasionally captivated me,<br/> <br/> making me forget about anything else for a while,<br/> - it has been burnt out with glowing needle<br/> in a skilled workman's refined hands;<br/> all that, that I was so proud<br/> of its presence before,<br/> and its absence is my pride now.<br/> <br/> Only from this side of the eternity<br/> the truth can be seen in it.<br/> The precious sorrow -<br/> deep-black fragrance<br/> of thick bitter smell of wormwood;<br/> cold fragment of a sorrowful tear<br/> which turned to ice of hopelessness;<br/> invaluable elixir,<br/> burning out mortal remains<br/> <br/> of deceptive aspirations which have settled inside<br/> with rusty-grey stains;<br/> letting a blind to see<br/> and a sighted - to see the light;<br/> letting a dead<br/> to resurrect and a living - to transmigrate.<br/> <br/> Waters of dark streams<br/> under the railingless bridge are cold,<br/> feet stick in the swirling cloud of fog,<br/> but I believe and I know that I'll have enough<br/> strength to move forward without using them.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Betrayed Faith<br/> <br/> ... And here comes the moment<br/> when boundary between truth<br/> and lie becomes erased:<br/> lie becomes truth and truth becomes lie.<br/> <br/> All this seems to be sincerely authentic<br/> as before, up to vice-versa.<br/> <br/> The next treacherous stab in the back befalls<br/> me when I just begin to be steady on my legs and look around.<br/> Again the world becomes grey-coloured and Stains<br/> of Darkness whirl around me in their charming dance.<br/> <br/> They want me to stay with them.<br/> Lights of malicious joy and fortaste<br/> of forthcoming victory played<br/> in your eyes today,<br/> <br/> and your mentor being<br/> the other one's servant<br/> didn't miss the opportunity<br/> to speak aloud what I clearly<br/> saw myself:<br/> there's no need to open the eyes for that...<br/> Ooze-covered stagnant water doesn't reflect<br/> my image now,<br/> the wind now got stuck in the trees' branches;<br/> sorrowful plaintive voices already<br/> bemoan my ruined life, but it's vainly:<br/> even death have betrayed me.<br/> The most hated friend became<br/> the most loved enemy.<br/> The moon with single eye<br/> half-opened with no interest<br/> contemplates what is taking place,<br/> considering the matter almost finished.<br/> But it's vainly:<br/> even death have betrayed me.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Alvenfall<br/> <br/> ...It's so dark and mysterious here;<br/> appearing images embody my wrath<br/> and repentance with varied success.<br/> Do you like this place?<br/> I want to talk to you... Now I know everything.<br/> Why aren't you laughing?<br/> After all, it was hidden so carefully<br/> in the beautiful chest with rotten and rusty locks...<br/> <br/> The only thing was not considered:<br/> all the charm of a miracle is that it happens.<br/> <br/> A cat often falls<br/> into a rat-trap and dies there,<br/> although they have<br/> the same goal...<br/> I pity you.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Mysterion Stream<br/> <br/> Flowing with fowaming jets down<br/> the smoothed by time grey-brown stones,<br/> a seething flow<br/> discharges into a shallow<br/> mouth of bewitched stream,<br/> flowing under the ancient bridge.<br/> Creaking and rusty,<br/> corroded by centuries,<br/> yet it haven't loose the ability of being itself.<br/> Grey and transluscent stream is so shallow that it's possible<br/> with rapture to look over the mysterious bottom<br/> remembering everyone<br/> who walked up to it.<br/> Scenes from the past arise:<br/> sacred wars in the name of death,<br/> splendid feats - in the name<br/> of everyone's unawareness of them.<br/> <br/> Gleams of the stars,<br/> tossing in chaotic dancing of eternity,<br/> play with feelings<br/> on the surface of nocturnal stream.<br/> Running water takes away<br/> sorrow and brings grief...<br/> And the bridge<br/> listens, feels and remembers...<br/> Moonlight glade near the bridge<br/> yet preserves the warmth of my hands<br/> and is listening to my steps,<br/> inhaling the fragrance of the night<br/> with a canopy of crowns looming in the hight.<br/> Far away, on the other side of the stream,<br/> <br/> high above the ground, every evening in twilight<br/> coming down, a castle appears. At first sight it seems<br/> to consist of tree branches.<br/> It remains the same for some.<br/> In the castle only two windows<br/> have light: on high<br/> <br/> - in the tower, and at the side<br/> - in the room of wishes.<br/> I've being watching the castle for long.<br/> It has being watching me as well,<br/> and also those who visit this place too.<br/> <br/> Probably it was a pleasure to destroy it,<br/> betray its trust, recoil from its devotion<br/> like from the fire, and shrink from its clear feelings.<br/> Tell me about it...<br/> <br/> And the spirit of the castle,<br/> crippled by oblivion<br/> and beaten by falling debris,<br/> is sitting on the ruins and waiting<br/> with patience for your return,<br/> still believing that all that have happened just<br/> seemed to him.<br/> <br/> high above the ground, every evening in twilight<br/> coming down, a castle appears. At first sight it seems<br/> to consist of tree branches.<br/> It remains the same for some.<br/> In the castle only two windows<br/> have light: on high...<br/> <br/> My mysterion stream -<br/> endless way to eternity,<br/> my mysterion stream,<br/> take away my sorrow to Lethe...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Spirit of Cold War<br/> <br/> Upon a time<br/> when I persistently believed<br/> in devotion and honour,<br/> they layed me with hundred of stones<br/> into my underground hall<br/> meanwhile I was enjoying<br/> in ray of light,<br/> that was getting thinner day after day.<br/> <br/> They thought having betrayed me<br/> they won, but they wery so wrong,<br/> Here I have seen My own Darkness,<br/> and I was speaking to her.<br/> I was both loving and hating Her,<br/> She had teach me to take pleasure<br/> in starlight though stone blockade<br/> of feelings and closed lids of eternity.<br/> <br/> All this time I had Spirit Of Cold War<br/> by my side, as negative aspect<br/> of emotions that still alive.<br/> He was gnawing on my bones<br/> and sucking out<br/> my joys and pleasures.<br/> But he was defeated by me<br/> and had flown away because<br/> of impossible conditions for his existence.<br/> He had flown to you...<br/> You have deceived him,<br/> you promised him<br/> easy and sweet prey...<br/> <br/> But he obtained just some bitter bones<br/> and terrible wound through his very heart.<br/> He is malicious and hungry,<br/> and he is searching for you!<br/> <br/> ...and night will come<br/> when something cold will touch your neck,<br/> than you will see than grey face<br/> distorted by malice and pain.<br/> And stolen part of me,<br/> that I was yearning to give you,<br/> will gaze at you through his black eyes.<br/> So you selfishly have enjoy in alien,<br/> dead light within your outlife,<br/> and having haughtly despised it,<br/> you choose alien, perverted darkness...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Mother Tongue speaks to Me in the strongest way I've ever seen<br/> I know that she sees in Me, Her proudest child, her purest breed<br/> She speaks to Me in colours that I can't really understand<br/> I only know that they are ours and to those I'll proudly bend<br/> For I am your only child and you my dearest mystery<br/> From an ancient throne I defy the world to kneel before the Power within<br/> For I am your only child and you my dearest mystery<br/> World can't you see it? Am I alone in my belief?<br/> <br/> Virando costas ao Mundo<br/> Orgulhosamente sós<br/> Glória Antiga, volta a nós!<br/> <br/> Alma Mater!<br/> <br/> Breaking waves announce my Bride, it is the only way the Sea could sing<br/> Legends of Lusitanian pride, he sings the words I cannot spring<br/> At the Moon Mountain six wolves cry, your lost glory we'll regain or die<br/> For I am her only child and she is my dearest mystery<br/> Pagan Gods in conspiracy for the sword of Tyranny<br/> Mother Tongue has spoke to thee in the strongest way they've ever seen<br/> World can't you see? I am not alone in my belief<br/> <br/> Virando costas ao Mundo<br/> Orgulhosamente sós<br/> Glória Antiga, volta a nós!<br/> <br/> Alma Mater!<br/> <br/> Mother Tongue has spoke to Me in the strongest way I've ever seen<br/> I know that she sees in Me, Her proudest child, her purest breed<br/> She speaks to Me in colours I can't really understand<br/> I only know that they are ours and to those I'll proudly bend<br/> For I am her only child and she is my dearest mystery<br/> From an ancient throne I defy the world to kneel before the powers within<br/> For I am her only child and she is my dearest tragedy<br/> World can't you see it? I am not alone in my belief<br/> <br/> Virando costas ao Mundo<br/> Orgulhosamente sos<br/> Gloria Antiga, volta a nos!<br/> <br/> Alma Mater!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
The Daughter Of Time's Master.<br/> <br/> When there will come that treasured hour,<br/> I shall be already ready to this.<br/> My consciousness will not stop on the separate moments of life,<br/> equally, well as my sight on external shape.<br/> I shall feel each idea and smell everyone of flower,<br/> each occurrence of a rainbow and each beat of your heart.<br/> <br/> And then she will come to me,<br/> not opening the doors before her.<br/> Her golden hair will beatific develop on a wind,<br/> and on the person, decorated with light of complete,<br/> the beatific a smile<br/> is illuminate me by the lambent light.<br/> Despite on iridescent shine,<br/> I no matter, shall notice the not shown<br/> grief of long centuries on this perfect face,<br/> and crack a smile in reply,<br/> though the tears will flow on my face<br/> the , and my heart will be broken off in twain.<br/> By a unambiguous sight she tenderly<br/> will give to understand, that, last time,<br/> <br/> the time has come, and we, having undertaken<br/> for hands, shall step in eternity...<br/> And my enemies will see thus only the old woman,<br/> entering to me,<br/> with pursy face and in the torn off gray raincoat.<br/> She will wink at them and will correct<br/> sharp scythe on a shoulder.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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