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Hollow is the night's eye

Hollow Is The Night's Eye
Hollow is the night's eye with deaths stare piercing through the shadows,
 hiding in layers which become the darkness.
 
 Beckoned he was, by all that is and all that will be,
 To accompany yet another beyond what we can see.
 
 At the moment he gazed upon her a beauty of such divinity
 even death longed to be free
 And when emptiness meets all that is alive
 It was Death who cried
 as he dropped his scythe by her side
 
 “Follow me,
 Follow me,
 
For I cannot take you where you are supposed to go
 For you are living this I know
 Oh wingless angel of my heart
 In your grace let me start
 To love you high above the dark
 Where twilight dances with the dusk
 In a place where no man will ever know
 And only I death is free to go
 

Divinity or liberté I know not of what you are?
 but come with me and rise above The Olive Trees
 and we shall touch the stars”
 
 Her lips never parted and a word never said
 For within her gaze, even death could not be dead
 
 A cemetery is a hallowed place
 For between the crypts and empty space
 Death cries for life in every tear that is shed
 And reminds us with love we are never dead.



B.R. 2017: A Cemetery in Aveiro Portugal

 



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