Oh! Lady Bright!

Lady brightOh! Lady Bright

sleeping so calm
after the tempest of light

beneath~ in her tomb~
rest a lady bride

she was soft in words
and brave in love
may be God bless her
after an outrageous dead

all in asleep around her cold limbs
the flowers, the dew, the stones
all is so gelid
How Lady still blaze ?

for each insult and lies
suffered in her life

the wicked that pass by
in disguise
shed a tear and for forgiveness they sigh

Now its too late for them
lifeless in their violence
have to pass by there
and a cold tear to condemn

for the rest of their numb life

Oh! Lady Bright
how do you still shine?

Confession of a corpse

Bodies piled
bruised tip fingers
~ burried~
lips opened in the empty
~parched~
eyes misted
waiting the snow fall
for them to be forgotten

got rid of  others  bodies
but has grief in his soul
carries on his shoulders
the unbearable burden of my corpse
entrained are his steps
aching each bonehomem caminhando na neve

he goes so far
has no horizon to compare
how tall he was

The Souls Collector!! Day 3 napowrimo

~His name was sang to the four winds~

I was so carelessly sitting on my rooftop
seeing all-stars with the green lens

was a noise not a voice
but I was resting there
without hearing it very well
and reluctant to follow it

What is that?

from my special place i saw
some starving apparition
coming out of their stones

not sure…

and i saw even covering my eyes
grey souls coming in my direction

tattered and guided by His desire

~He was there~

covered by night
chewing those five souls

My eyes was a mirror of those pains

i shouted!!! No….

but they only could hear
the sound of the night

and still ~ in a perverse way~

~His name is sung to the four winds~

the collector of souls

Blame the wind

There, between two pointed Rocks

vast plain to eyes see
a solitary man
stand still

the wind blows from the moorlands
reaches him

pretending
be her voice

fingers of death over your left shoulder

to give the bitter kiss

in the immense meadow

a solitary man
keep vigil

waiting so far
don’t seeing this view
between two worlds

where she lay

everything has to do with the wind

as it blows cold and cruel

over the relentless man

molded and carved by it.
among  the living
sculptured  man

there

embraced by memories

Now wrapped

for deadly dark souls

to give him hell

Blame the Wind!

A soultwo pointed rocks1

cut in stone

like the two rocks

at beginning of the scenes