Anastasia Mortmain
There is emptiness around us,
No bird dares to sing,
No one dares to make a fuss,
No one moves a wing.
The emptiness around us,
Everything is blank,
Blank to the point of blindness.
Just as I think I am mindless,
Something touches my flank.
I whip around with lightning speed,
How do you kill a god?
That is a hard question to answer.
They are immortal, ageless,
They will never die.
But what if you make them suffer?
We listen to the teachers,
We listen to them talk.
They sound to us like preachers.
We kiss the ground on which they walk.
We follow all their bindings,
Love is in the air,
Floating with fair hair.
It swirls around,
Prancing on the ground,
Making all the people silly.
The tomb has been broken,
The stairwell leads down.
Who knows what will open
And where will we drown.
We carefully step,
Roses, pages, feelings,
Everything burns.
There are so many beings
That thrives on the nocturnes.
Smile, my friend, smile.
Show all your rows of teeth.
Show them your happiness
And hide your distress.
Time ticks quickly,
Giving our lives to Cronus,
Making you think hardly,
If you ever did live.
It gives us thoughts
Envy,
Can not be friendly.
Pain,
Can be in vain.
Sadness,
Can become madness.
Your figures dance upon the keyboard,
Dresses swish around the floor.
Then she enters, Oh, my Lord!
Opening the heavy door.
I turn around to eye the woman,
Darkness drips off your fingers
Covering the floor with pools of blood.
There have been so many figures,
Most now laying in the mud.
So many lives were lost,
