Winters Last Remorse

Golden nights of surreal warmth embraced in silver light of shadowed immaculate conception reborn to death that lives in the vastness of each of us- The self a part of so much more inclusion in night of ethereal sin that completes righteous misgivings chaos sanctity of times remorse- Lost in wilderness of bleeding fear perception of entities last chance given unto winters first night likened upon the throes of destiny s desire- Seek not the wind of summer free but give unto the day that which is hers and may the misgivings of youths last dance walk upon the memories of crystal knowledge reflected always in the depth of oceans silken submissions-