Dying Goddess

I have seen those who must not be seen
I have craved for those who not must be craved for
I brought down fire of the world
and I crash it with cold hands
I've been trapped in dark asylum
covered with black marble
and I wore fabric of world on my own chests
Looking for eternity in cold, dead faces of LOST ONES
glared in those lifeless eyes
punishing the Gods themselves
killing the existence of lightly souls
I mourn now for those eons that past
I cry for those acts I done
And the darkness is feeling my heart
I set on the throne which is my own prison
caged by pillars of my own doings
"Can you still feel?"
Those vulgar words came out from arrogant creature
"How dare you, mare mortal?"
Ah, but I could feel that sweet death
which is lurking his own soul
I never was created, but I am
cursed to not feel embrace of salvation
but yet I feel
I feel ending of this epoch
" Can you still see?"
the cold voice echoed through my mind
oh, I could see
grotesque shapes of the world
"You created nature, now she is taking you into her own arms."
Yes, I could sense her,
raged by our arrogance
she was putting us into endless slumber.
Thoughts now took wild vigor
listening repeating of the words
" You are nothing but a dead Goddess of the Night!"
Oh, how the irony can bring smile to the face
even my stone like
Now every peace was clear
shape became figure
He, holding me near
whispering
And I knew the end is here
but I felt no sorrow
but joy instead
and with my last breath I said it again
" He was right
I am nothing but a dead Goddess of Night" 

Inspired by Moonlight Sonata

Just hush darling,
let the silent fondling our senses,
don't even give me a glance, 
let me imagine your eyes,
your feelings,
let me draw your soul,
just like I remember.
Keep this dream last,
last for centuries,
keep time from us,
let tears fall freely,
bathing our innocence,
keeping it pure.
Just touch me,
make me tremble for a bit,
make me shiver,
make me fear,
make me never to forget.
Just be there,
make me blind and deaf,
make me sense you,
I know it is a last time.
Don't give lies to emerge,
just keep it last forever,
this moment we call truth.
Put me into cradle of pure satin,
create melody with single emotion,
make possible all you never believed in,
smile with sorrow,
and paint that divine combination,
let me be your white canvas,
leave trace with sharp brush
kill me with red note,
of finest kiss,
bury me with delicate purple,
and make of my body silver monument.
Show me to the Gods, make them cry,
and you cry with them,
make them die
and you die with them... 

Regaining sight

It was the most darkest cage.
When your soul is trapped, when you afaid to listen, see, even breathe... 
Yes, I do remember.
Is there anything more frightning then to be a slave of your own arrogance,
devoured with rapage, not even know why, or when.
Yes, that was my cage...
Hm, how funny and sad... 
What do you have? Nothing. 
Grief, bittreness... A slight blink somewhere in distance,
a blure image of someone you knew, maybe even loved. 
You can see a warm smile, but you cannot remember the sound of it. 
The only thing you feel is taste of treason you commited. 
The only thing you see are lies you said,
floating above that divine image,
destroying very essence of light in it,
forcing it into nothingness.
You cry, you scream,
but Gods are deaf.
Your tears are poison,
weak as you were.
I was praying for death.
Cowardly, I admit.
I couldn't stand the might of that image
fighting and smiling, even warmer.
Calling you into embrace.
I was spiting in agony on it
running into rotten pits of hatered
builting walls arond my dark soul,
but nothing...
Incredible pain was still there,
Face was pure, smile even brighter.
It was love!
Just, simply, love...
Indeed I was in the most darkest cage of all.
Weak, and alone.
Afarid to listen, see or even breathe...
And it was simply love...