Dark shadow
Pale ghosts walking in spring frost
Only an illusion, cruel game of my imagination
My own devil or divine creation
Dreamer’s lie deep in storyteller’s mind
Holding tight me in the bound of a darkest tide
Follow me into the darkness
If we live forever
Searching for deep lifelust
If we end up apart
Promise me you won’t forget
All sleepless nights we had
Deep sight written the life
In this meaningless world
A soul turned pale reality into a strife
Breathless dream lies now torn
This life is a strife
Eternity falls beneath a darkest grace
Midnight bows before the dawn’s face
Thirteenth strike of towerclock dwells behind
Crying in frozen moonlight
Dreamquest for the last night
Dreamer without a heart
Lies lifeless, breathless, torn apart
Melody of the night will dwell forever
In dead silence of snowlands
Still flows a call of healing prayer
Linlin's Poetry 