Tag: Michael Wolgemut

WHEN OCEANS TAKE TO DRY


When oceans take to dry whatever the madman's rib,
Through the hollows of time, where shadows pose,
We shall levitate across the Rose, so glib.

The stars, they flicker, on this darkling crib,
As night's embrace cloaks the world's woes,
When oceans take to dry whatever the madman's rib.

Beneath the moon's pale gaze, we'll imbibe the fib,
Of a world turned upside down, where chaos grows,
We shall levitate across the Rose, so glib.

The madman laughs, his mind a twisted ad-lib,
While the sea's heart beats, slow and morose,
When oceans take to dry whatever the madman's rib.

In this dance macabre, no need to transcribe,
The silent whispers of ghosts in throes,
We shall levitate across the Rose, so glib.

So let the waters rise, no need to bribe,
The fates that spin the end's close,
When oceans take to dry whatever the madman's rib,
We shall levitate across the Rose, so glib.


FOR WHEN THE ACRID MOONSTONES GROAN ACROSS GAS


For when the acrid moonstones groan across gas,
In twilight's veil, the sirens wipe away.
Beneath the stars, where shadows dare not pass.

The madcap dance, where spirits raise their glass,
To toast the dark, where light has lost its sway.
For when the acrid moonstones groan across gas.

The night's embrace, a chilling, cold morass,
Where echoes of the lost in silence pray.
Beneath the stars, where shadows dare not pass.

The moon's pale gaze, on fields of withered grass,
A serenade for souls led far astray.
For when the acrid moonstones groan across gas.

In dreams we find the gates of alabaster brass,
Where time's cruel hand can never hold its sway.
Beneath the stars, where shadows dare not pass.