I’m falling down in dark fears embrace
To remember who I am
Recall of old memories makes me suffer again
Call of the sea
A never memory of me
Lightning of feel
My cradle of everything
Little tales of awe for a dream
Guardian soul to hold me
And read me real
Call of dear northern winds through the forest
Lures me to reach a drop of love in deep ocean of lust
While fears surrounding me are growing
I still can see all lost purity within
Eye for an eye, dark hair through the clear blue sky
Tale to be written in the heart of daybreak
Story of wonders and child’s heart, poet’s awe, my amaranthine
An owl to guide me over a memory
A crow to hide from evil
A dove to awaken the feel
A nightingale to sing me through a dream
Four guardians, four lodestars
Lonely sailors in moonlit waters of dark
To guide me and save from an evil tongues
Four knights of apocalypse for ones without love
One only purity of life
Linlin's Poetry 