When Nepenthe fell
On a cold october`s night;Nepenthe fell upon the world ,from cursed banks of silver streams,by aged and ancient river Nile,upon which,maid moon gazed,mesmerized by her own,tranquil beauty.No more was death found,no more did the light of sun greet the world,
and yet,striding out of peruvian skies;shards of ancient light,by alien stars would pour down,from distant lands,to bless the lands of men with dream.
There was silence;profound,insanely beautiful,spreading across the barren heaths;drenching the world in solemn peace.
Drenching the world in blankets of white crystal drapes;maids would swirl and dance at night;where groves once living,hidden and lustrous,with growth of dark skinned olives upon them,fastly withered and died,in late days of autumn,when death once more returned,from alien lands.
On a cold october`s night,memory left for far and distant worlds,no more found;
and Nepenthe,once more fell.
Words by Christos Tsolakidis
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Written on 2008-04-13 at 09:43
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