“Where are your friends? Mine are all around.”
Art comes in many different forms. From time to time I enjoy shifting from one form to another and see what would come up. For quite the time I am working on a music project to create a song whose lyrics would be one of my poems, since I own a piano (music keyboard) and I though it would be a nice idea. The chosen one is “Timeless Darkin”, written by me a year ago.
Here is a demo I composed:
Hopefully, the full version will come out as soon as possible, as I am working with a dear friend of mine to add guitars and vocals and final mix.
Link to the original poem:
Halls with engraved walls,
a seer’s ancient resting place –
long forsaken tomb.
Bells of consciousness in motion
stir unwavering emotion,
descending figure, purple haze
justice wrapped in pale face.
rhymeless, but timeless.
Long have we waited to pierce the veil,
slicing dreams, leaving blood-stained trail,
to the point of origin, know, we are one,
to fulfil our destiny here we have come.
Because magic needs its own language.
Hint: it’s a dragon. Woah.
They do not sleep. They do not rest. They do not blink. They do not beg for mercy, nor do they give such. One thing is what they do best. Assassinate.
Their story is millenial. Their bloodline is long and the blood they’ve spilled has changed the color of countless rivers and has soaked in the trembling soil of many lands. The darkness of their vocation has sunk deep within their veins and shimmers in their eyes. They hold no pride in their deeds, but they are justified. They kill in the name of their kingdom. Hired by it, they take the lives of every single threat in order to protect their kingdom, their land.