the dog silhouette
surrounded by the green light
after you, he walks
chosen prey of the hunter
among the moors
through the music of the sorrowful symphony
his howl moans your name
the ghastly sound of the undoing
the barghest
bound to you, pain-filled inamorata
the air thick with pain
the fog choking your throat
the hound
his gleam like hellbound light
in the past, hidden secrets
the ancestors’ redemption
through your sacrifice
through your blood
We all have our own balrogs to slay, to emerge stronger than before.
the silence of the wind between the peaks
like a thick cocoon envelops my senses
digging into my body with claws
drinking my blood like an upir
a song engraved on my soul
however my mouth are closed
I am silent as snow fluff
like an ice-covered mountain
Caradhras grew up in me
where I look – frozen stalactites
where I look – the landscape of death
The demon sleeps in me, it has the shape of my fear.
It burns with crimson inferno, burns and calls, tries, and tries, whispers – leap into me, swim in me, immerse in the depths of me, become me. Fire will clean you – of everything, of your body and thoughts, of your pain and suffering.
It will leave the burning witch, calling on the gods who are also burning, blazing with even higher flame. Chronos laughs and ashes the field that I irrigated all spring.