The Nightingale’s Song by Jonas Hyde Hark, oh hear, this tale I need to share, for perhaps its moral can save your soul, as she saved mine. For on that night, now so long ago, her Nightingale’s Song was first whispered to me. I remember it clearly, as if its the only memory left...
Dream by Jonas Hyde Twas a dream I had of you, which gave me hope and life anew so place your head ‘pon the pillow, and know I think, on this night, this evenfall, of dreams you cannot deny, for I speak to you in your sleep, whilst my soul longs and weeps, for...
Longing by Jonas Hyde Cry for me and I will weep for you, my love my dear. Lust for me and I will long for you, luminescent essence of my soul’s darkening twilight. The passion of my love, will not set with any falling sun. For every eve’s tide, ushers with it a wave...
Holiday Tears by Jonas Hyde Eyes open, as if a rising sun, over a horizon of anguish, of sorrow. “Daughter do not frown, for on this day the family is as one,” he whispers softly. “But father I weep, I cry, not for the moment I have, but for the time when it will...
The Tempter’s Gift by Jonas Hyde My soul is trapped in this darkness alone, claimed merely a breath ‘pon being due. The night mare led the carriage of my damnation, long ‘fore my nous could prepare, offering no chance for my ain redemption. Eternal pain I bear, the skin of my sin. Can one...
Walk by Jonas Hyde The anguish swells within, wanting, needing a release, I shall ne’er receive. In solitude I find peace, in silence I find solace, but with your voice, the very resonance of your breath, my soul is poisoned. What words must I speak, what pleas must I beg ‘pon the shattered fragments...
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