Skogskyrkogården (Part 2)
1 min readAug 7, 2019
Ethereal spectrum
Son of the moon, prince of the night
Masked Knight
Darkness’ Conductor
Saturn protects you
With burning eyes
Cold as the marble that keeps you
Bleached face, eternally pale
The trees of the woods hiss in the wind
“He is here. He will never leave here”
Desert sand calculates time
Days, hours, months and years
And the incandescent fervor of stones and bricks
From the ray that burns the dry straw
And the ice meteors that fall from the sky
Only for you
You are anathema, the red blade
Cutting as a thread
The rotten scaffold
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