The Coming

The waiting wears patience with the cry
For an end, As tears of the crying wet
The desert's sand an oasis of the dying
Is born.
Behind the shoulders of truth lies a brutalized
Thornless rose that bleeds life in the river
Of death.

The healing fear defeats the acient songs
Of the dreaded ancestors with gale of fire
In the dark, The denounced innocence remains
Raped by the torturous thoughts of sheer remorse.

A symphony of the dead raids their mortal serenity
With an overwhelming vindictive fury of the
Unforgettable renaissance, Surrounded by sorrow
They loose purpose and sink in the wrath of
Their making.


A falling wish of deep devotion is hidden in the
Chest of unwanted hopes and dreams where death
Remains ruler of the defeated,
The need to shine with a sparkle of envy dies at nightfall.