Nihil کے بول

Skulking dusk enfolds the underwood An ardour like the fallen petals The dead relics of a past chapter still beloved Mountain winds caress And soothe my lustful soul To quieten my bleak breast And enchant the dreams of old A lone sea grave under tendrilous waves Birds beneath clouds dark and wild Beyond the moon set and tempest within Unutterable woe's reach for eternal rest I arose from the dream And you were gone Still embracing ashes of what never was The torment of nothingness