Strong are the dead winds of war
by frozenghost
Strong are these dead winds,
knelling bells of a frozen, ghost, memory.
Cursed by night I’ve lost all sight,
floating in an endless sea.
We sail toward a dead moon,
haunting us above in the sky.
My soul has never experienced beauty
because it relies on eyes,
I’ve never felt beauty before,
the wind has muffled my heart’s cry
lent it [...]
