Anastasia Mortmain
Time ticks quickly,
Giving our lives to Cronus,
Making you think hardly,
If you ever did live.
It gives us thoughts
How do you kill a god?
That is a hard question to answer.
They are immortal, ageless,
They will never die.
But what if you make them suffer?
Everything is blank,
Blank to the point of blindness.
Just as I think I am mindless,
Something touches my flank.
I whip around with lightning speed,
Leaves fall to the ground,
Dancing and swishing around.
With the wind they flirt,
Making all of us alert,
Of the upcoming winter months.
The snow keeps falling anyway,
No matter how nature wants to thrive.
It lays on leaves and trees and shrubs
Covering them all the way.
The snow keeps falling anyway
There is emptiness around us,
No bird dares to sing,
No one dares to make a fuss,
No one moves a wing.
The emptiness around us,
Love is in the air,
Floating with fair hair.
It swirls around,
Prancing on the ground,
Making all the people silly.
Life’s a gamble,
Life’s a game.
You throw a die,
And get some fame.
World’s the board
The trees grow high,
Nearly touching the sky.
Tons, their bodies weigh
And be just gods they may.
They look upon us from their height,
Roses, pages, feelings,
Everything burns.
There are so many beings
That thrives on the nocturnes.
Smile, my friend, smile.
Show all your rows of teeth.
Show them your happiness
And hide your distress.
Envy,
Can not be friendly.
Pain,
Can be in vain.
Sadness,
Can become madness.