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I learned to breathe where daylight dies,
In velvet halls of whispered night,
Where moonlight crowns my pale disguise
And silence teaches me to bite.
I walk where shadows fold like silk
Along the spine of broken stone,
My veins remember ancient milk
The pulse of hearts I’ve never known.
The sun is cruel, a gilded lie,
It bares too much, it asks for truth;
I choose the dark where secrets lie
And time preserves eternal youth.
In mirrors I am half a sigh,
A myth the living fear to name,
I drink the hours drifting by
And leave no ashes, only flame.
Do not mourn me. I am free
In corridors the dawn won’t claim.
I rule the dark that lives in me,
A lady bound to night by name!

He came where roads forget their end,
Where alpine winds refuse to bend,
And built a life of borrowed breath
Between the trees that know of death.

He learned the language of the snow,
How slow a hidden heart can go.
The sun would pass, he’d turn away,
Let shadows teach him how to stay.

No one there asked about his years,
Or why his eyes held older fears.
The forest keeps what’s never said,
It covers tracks the living tread.

At night he walks, but leaves no trace,
As if the dark had lent its face.
The pines stand guard, austere and tall,
They do not judge. They don’t recall.

And if a traveler feels a chill
Not born of wind or mountain hill,
They swear the trees themselves had moved
A man unproved, a truth unmoved.

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dracken
13:09 Jan 07 2026

You should write more of these, very much like what the band Immortal sometimes use in their songs, but better.

I like this.

Has a winter chill to it.

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