Of The Old GodsDaylight sobs in the cosmos night holding nothing but silent tears.Of The Old Gods by dknile
The feeling of loneliness seizes and colors my red soul.
Can I pray or do I sing to empty oceans?
Still I dwell on what mother earth has handed me, and ask why?
Why do you the serpent with your barren heart
Poison me with your of bitterness and nothingness.