“Salve” to those who walk with winter

Midnight sworn by the moon’s echoing strife

The swallow’s cry blooms into an ebony plea of dry waters forgotten by the rain

The crimson ice frozen with despair

The earth below from above smites the fear of death

The rain of the cloud dries the tears of the fool

The darkness in man that compels man to fear the wise and the wisdom they hold

Those who sleep in the womb of mother death, who sings of the evening mist

In the blackest night where cries mold with the landscape of past hatred

Acceptance of denial

The insanity of those around you infests you

Your broken soul stabbing the silk coat of the hated being

Darkness is that of fools

Darkness is the acceptance of the true shade of this world
Hate

An empty shade of blue with words I do not know

A buzzing whiz, inescapable

You're being pulled down like a shadow during the sunrise

The fires of your desire shine with the allure of envy

It is death