Otherworldly princess

She has risen a massive wall
in the garden of her soul
to keep away the strangers
who only wanted to rip off
the flowers she grew
with so much devotion
Then he occurred out of nowhere,
with a hurricane in his palm
and tore down the wall
so effortlessly.

Yet, he did not bruise a petal,
and walked instead
on the alley lined
with her hopes, seeking for
the otherworldly princess
he dreamed of
He found her later,
sitting on her throne,
with a silver handle sword
chained to her senses
and gently grasped her hands,
promising to join her
in all the battles that she carried,
for eternity and beyond.


Ever since,
nothing was ever the same
for he conquered her spirit
and she fell in love.


At the beginning, it was the hunger,
horrifying, never ending
You stood by the moon’s side,
covered in darkness, with nothing more,
but a pure symphony of heartbeats,
thrown somewhere between reality and dreams

Your eyes were a black sea of wonders,
so deep it turned the unbending stones into salt
as the waves touched the shore
and the alluring sky was split in two
by the sun in flames
You wore the smile of a warrior
and I knew that you will live forever

I was aware that I could not reach your hand,
but a glimpse of your faith
has shattered the poisonous thorns
wrapped around my heart
and taught me to be brave

Your soul has now become a shelter
for the immortal lives you are bound to
and monuments of silence
are giving you the eternity to build
a long lasting empire.

The kingdom

A wandering soul I am,
seeking for an answer as
I sit alone,
in a garden of deadly thornes

The guards put me in chains of wisdom,
the lover had poison in his kiss
My hands are cold, my lips are pale,
the ground is hard to reach,
the soul can not be tamed

My wings are made of smoke,
my eyes are filled with gold and fire
My freedom is marked by
the roses growing inside my lungs,
building an empire

I dwell with the shadows,
I lure them in my emptiness
and I vow that I will reign
over their kingdom

Magic whispers,
I listen.

A silent mourn

At midnight,
the only vibrating sound
is the echo of something that was supposed to be a poem
My muse has no face,
no soul,
not even a heartbeat,
but a heart left to rot.

I’m bleeding for a thousand soldiers,
as darkness is tearing me apart
Dying, a last thought is crossing my mind —
Save me.
On the battle field,
I hear Death whispering my name,
and a promise that I will be eternal.

I lay my soul in a grave of hopes,
and I put on a crown that’s made of bones
The war is nearly ending
and i’m coming home,
seeking my one true love.