of life
and death
Is my religion
The sound
of falling
Snow
on turf
The whisper
of the owl
Who's doomed to ask
the eternal question
The tale
of brother fox
The mourn
of brother wolf
Look now
my son
Into my eyes
I am returning
Far from beyond
the lands of life
Far from
beyond the grave
I am not
dead
Nor am I longer
living
Yet I exist!
And Bound
I am Still
To you
By ancient spells
By oath And love
And blood
To you
The tender
drops of rain
That gently
fall
Upon the crumbling
leaves of grass
And cause
the flower's blossom
The evil sweet
And bitter scent
Of foolish fruits
Of passion and of pride
The snowflakes
That are but
the frozen tears
Of fallen angels
That weep
tonight
For me
And you
The curving paths
You walk
Between the trees
Throughout the forest
Are
just
the lines
of time
Carved fast
across my palms
Set deep
upon my face
Look now
my son
Into my eyes
I am returning
Far from beyond
the lands of life
Far from beyond
the grave
If any other
mortal man
Should try
and listen
He
could
mistake
my song
With
sounds
Of Mother Earth
Or Father Nature
But you
my son
Should know
far better
Your heart
will
know
my song
for what
it
truelly
is
A prayer
to my God
The form
Of my religion
A song
of
life
and death
An old
gray wolf's
winter
requiem
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
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