Before Dawn It Reversed
Peasant worked happily the days,
Twilight they used to back to their home,
The fall of the night no one goes out of hamlet,
Her haven was little remote from the main village.
They called her mad, feared to look her broken house,
The tale was behind her broken house of a broken dream,
Her gown was larger than height, so torn given gothic look,
She walked each slumber to hill side on path, animals did afraid.
Silent foot steps drummed surface 2 feet beneath,
She flew a walk on earth to invoke the undead with,
No crieth she going to meet fallen to die in love & undead,
Side of path had broken the surface, her walk waking corpse behind.
The wind stopped & no voice; silence did theater lovely meet,
She was walking upside and silent march of cadavers behind,
The moon was going up and she was reaching her love yet slept,
Her reaching walk awaked the love, he torn the heart of the earth.
He sat up and saw the path, his lovey-dovey yet to come,
The beats of her walk to nearer, frightened the sphere invoked,
She reached him, surrendered into his arms & raised crieth in dogs,
They loved each other, gave him food of undead, & took love wounds.
No one would see them loving each other in the ecstasy of surrender,
The place was invoked & army of undead guarding their love juncture,
They loved with immense love; she drained her few bloods to his life,
Before dawn army took her back home, with stuff to make her live life.
(Crieth = extreme cry: this word taken from The Bible)
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