Poems from Zabel Seishimugen
Torn apart between
Two guardians’ religions
As well as my own
Torn apart between
Celebrating both of two worlds
Or neither at all
Torn...
Blood drips from murderous assaults
Onto the rich soil of the earth
Its crimson essence cries to all
That Life will no longer give birth...
If there were no such things as thieves
I would simply assume I lost my stuff
Yet there they are crawling around town
Making daily life...
Eternity hides this secret from us all
Beyond realms forged of the call
On the glowing fiery Star
Never to taste the void’s chill
Yet it...
If you should walk at night when
The Moon wears her charcoal mask
Hide under lamplight or you shall be
Snatched away by the Crimson...