Somber Walk (Ottava Rima)

Shadows tracing trees of bloody leaves
Engulfing the Bright moon in brilliant red
Dripping gold from bags of thieves
Watching as bound young witnesses bled
To the night goddess their cry decieves
Who still lives and who will be dead
Oracles crumbled, shimmered and shattered
Pieces of evidence soaring and scattered

Past massacres and abandoned dread
Past serene castles where flowers bloomed
But traces of vain courting still shred
Any other joyful emotion that loomed
To darkness it's blissful smile is fed
It's old memories and future consumed
Till nothing but seeds hid in the ground
Afraid of thirsty demons coming around

Here lies photos revealing inner pain
Gathered from walks near and afar
Every glimmer of hope has been slain
Destroyed by the Idea of who we are
Cast into fire of this forbidding ordain
Burning tints of emotions raw
Mercy shows no pity on these days
Tangled together in decaying dismay