My impressions of A New Camelot: A Festive night
A jester dance,
A parody of privilege life,
Chamber of Stars,
Slayer of truth,
Muld wild and shy skin,
Soft velvet night under the pale satin moon,
Hot breath on drunken steps,
White gold pavilion seats empty then filled,
Graying Hex mage, war council we mobilized,
Brush a smile with a hidden ache,
Year of burning in the Spanish land,
A terror reign, my bargaining part with the thorny Rose
A solace in which I shall not reside,
as the deep hunger inside strike likes a serpentine ritualistic knife.
Fortune land,
fortune tide,
my soul weeps like a great albatross lost beyond the dominion of lifethirst
ghosts
i asked in solemn demise,"Does one wish to lay with the dying and
listen till their last breath drawn?"
In the stolen gold, my diminished face smurked in wickedness,
The dance takes off with swaying blood bleeding candles,
With such colorful pageants I am the nature choice:
Mars
We maybe hand in hand but when
shall two worlds collide?
When the inferno cannons acquires a taste of red?
all i can see
just dust and dark
I hope my tears should eventually
carry me home…
'cause i was born upon the waves.
Tien's
Impressions of "Fall - Revelation"
Tien's
Impressions of "I Am What I See - Beyond Invisible"
