Preach the secrecy of darkness,
The eternal cult of seducing the solitude.
Here, the priestess stare and scry
The memories lived forever and never.
Preach the mighty miracles of the moon
The tranquil beauty, invincible as ever.
Here, the lies are lamented by the reflections in waters
Who lie that its depths are as same as the black heavens.
Preach the kiss of the midnight sky
As the priestess of dark and damned stand
Here, she deciphers the meaning of death and life
Of thoughts and things, of memory and remedy.
Preach the secrets of the what hides behind the Shadow
Everpresent as sins on skin, yet hiding in the corners of psyche
Deep within- the seeds of spirits in the heart of the ocean-
lies the shadow, waiting to be preached.
Kashish Kaur © http://www.krimsonravyn.wordpress.com