When I was there, I felt something
I felt alive
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The rope is already hanging
The noose is tightening
One final breath
Eyes stare dimly into the distance.
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"Airiina"
She is like an open book with no words. So empty, yet still full—almost overflowing...
with sorrow... regret...
and a faint joy, tainted by the hope for happiness.
Like an empty fairy tale with neither a beginning nor an end.
In the misty breath of autumn’s gloom,
Stone crosses stand as guardians of time,
Whispering prayers in a tongue of doom,
Where leaves still dance in silence sublime.
The quiet hangs heavy, a mourning song,
Voices of past in the trees concealed.
The earth beats softly, where memories throng,
And shadows of hope in the fog are revealed.
When he was born, the thunder roared,
The sky was torn by the clash of steel.
The earth trembled beneath spilled blood,
As gods entwined the fates of war.
Forged in fire, shaped by storms,
No blade nor time could bring him down.
They gave him a name – Hektor, the Titan,
An unyielding spirit, a warrior’s crown.
I have my finger on the trigger,
Nothing will slip by me anymore.
Breath cut short,
Pain and fear fill me completely.
Movements have ceased to exist,
Stains spread everywhere.
And the red cries out silently for help,
Burning with sorrow, we slowly fade away.
Photographed by Briscoe
Cemetery deer.