Wednesday, February 22, 2017


I am The Watcher
Coursed, after The Great Fall.
I guard you while you sleep
I protect you from the demons in your dreams
feeling a daemon myself
with my wings in chains.
In the silence I whisper to you
I look at the years passing on your skin
while the eternity awaits
slowly your light is fading away.
Fly with me, fall with me
Will you die for me?
The fear which is causing your soul to freeze
it is indeed what make your darkest dreams
A rain of roses crimson fire
unchaste desire unleashed
the despair become my hail
Love, my decay.

© Diana Mistera 2017