CRYSTAL ABYSS - Sageness Fallen

First Born Snow

The snow fell, as it was born by Winter... 

Trees in black naked beauty 
Came singing a praise. 
And hiding their gold, like greedy gnome 
Is burying his treasure, dance snow. 
Winter covered their frozen roots 
With the pillow of tender haze, 
Under which the grass fell into glassy sleep, 
Entering generous bliss. 

Mountains replied to me greeting the Queen 
Of blowing winds and ice-crystal worlds, 
And her flying servants that are never seen 
Were carrying the leaves as they came on the Earth. 
Whistling like trumpet on funeral act 
Grey blizzard came releasing white snakes, 
And myriad of warriors in sparkling white dresses 
Were carrying the tongues of the saints on the stakes. 

White spears and swords 
Ripped off angels' hearts, 
Cold was freezing their wings. 
And night slowly fell 
On forest beneath 
Like fingers of bard on the strings - 
On forest lying under 
Mountains of mine, 
Under wind, whispering legends of time... 
And ice-storm along 
With the Children of woods 
Sang joyful and furious rhymes. 

...As abused angels left the Earth 
The call of freedom started its way!!! 

I was going on other side 
Of sacred new day 
To infinity of blinding black mass 
Absorbing the mind. 
I was going on other side 
Of dying sun's heat 
To icy and frozen nature 
Absorbing saints' lives. 

And I saw burning shadows of the past 
Along with endless and fathomless lakes. 

...And the snow fell as it was born by Winter...

Sageness Fallen

Were charmed by the sight 
Of stone on the grass - 
Grey mirror of sky. 

Lit golden tree crowns 
With millions of fires 
That showed me the road 

To world 
Of the tear-crying rains 
That talk to the flames 
And winds of the past 

Where beauty - 
The queen of free hearts 
Was sister of those 
Who despised the horde. 

Standing praying on the sunset 
Caressed by tender wind 
Ancient oak-tree's spread its green arms 
In the embrace of dusk... 
"You saw legends with your own eyes, 
Ages grew under your feet, 
Filled with freedom and desire, 
Thoughts and feelings buried fast... 

Wake the secrets that you keep 
From their deep eternal sleep - 
Let them be the sacred whip 
For the cattle hearts! 

Let your tar womb be sweet home 
For the wisdom that will roam... 
Nature'll dwell under the dome 
Of the ancient arts." 

Stone became red 
Of the fury and pain, 
My thoughts and feelings 
Were all faint in vain 
When archangel sword's aura 
Was licking the face 
Of the shrine 
Containing the ways 

To unknown. And the drops 
Of the amber blood fired 
Scarlett hearts and black souls 
Making them feel the sight 
Of the emerald eyes 
Belonging to ancient sage 
Bearing thoughts, 
Awakening the rage. 

Leaves were howling loud 
Under weeping clouds, 
Moon was taking me 
To the secret paths, 
Golden dust was making me blind... 
I saw slaughter of sheep and burial fires. 

Fingers pressed on steel 
Making it start crying, 
Moonlight on the blade 
Was the lightning bright. 
Grass was drinking red wine 
I'd entered the world of dreams and desires!

...Of Glory And Pain

I'm breathing the rain at dusk 
As I am tasting bitter burial silence. 
My soul is cold and weeping like a 
Grim and misty black autumn night. 

I gaze at flowers fading to dust 
And bearing the ashes - the seeds of the moonlight 
Eternity steps on the fields of desires 
Awakening the roots of sharpened sword's bride. 

Guided by tears of clouds 
I'm wanderer sharing their dreams and fears 
Watching whatever my eyes can see 
Seeking whatever I find. 

Ravens bring dusk on their wings 
Followed by night then fresh morning dew bears 
Day while I'm going to place where I 
Will end my fettered soul's cry. 

Exhausted by constant 
Following blind eyes sight 
While breathing road's dust 
I search for place 
That on this endless plain 
Will be worthy of ceasing my way. 

I approach the hill 
With the shining mist on the top and 
Golden steps leading there, 
Threading on them 
As I enter this mist I see 
Couch prepared for me. 

Like storms on great seas calm down once 
Turning themselves into froth kissed by evening breath 
Tired I stop on my path 
To escape from the load of eternal way seeking. 

On the bed surrounded by light 
That covered it like a gorgeous dress 
Feeling the nearby night 
I lay myself to start my rest. 

As I awakened from my sleeping 
I saw three chains of gold on me 
Surrounded by white creatures gripping 
My hands to put the cross in… 

Blood was washing my teeth in flesh 
Of angels as I was breaking the chains, 
Day became night as I left this place 
With thunder roaring around, 

My gaze caught only shadows of black, 
The eye-blowing black consuming the mind 
At the same time caressing my skin 
With the waves of songs by night. 

Trees on my way were pressing poisoned 
Nails into my naked arms and dry 
Grass under feet seemed to me 
Sharper than sword. 

As salty sweet of tears was seasoning 
The taste of blood drops on my tongue 
In the pits and the mists of my soul 
I've found the road… 
…of glory and pain

Visions Of The Past

In the haughty mountain pass 
Where the river's floating by 
There was a great fight 
But the legend lays in dust... 

I saw warriors fighting here 
Tinkling of swords in the silent air 
And the river was red 
Of the bodies lying there 

Bloody battle was over at last 
Warriors lying as if they've slept 
Under the crying wind 
Their brothers by sword were waiting in the crypts 

Granite rocks were standing in fear 
Sky was cloudy and grey like tin 
Upon the battlefield 
Ravens had their feast 

And the only tower remained 
Looking by its black loop holes 
As the sun went west 
It fell from the edge of the world 

In the haughty mountain pass 
Where the river's floating by 
There was a great fight 
But the legend lays in dust...