#cold mercy

[amaranth-devi1]

There is a beauty that becomes visible only to moths and the sleepless ones. Vanilla cactus - Queen of the Night and some of us bloom only during the darkest hours of the night, in the light of dimmest lamps and behind the darkest curtains.

@amaranth-devi1

[amarantha-wolfen]

Night is a time for dreamers. For the thriving alone, it is a paradise, for the lonely it is a desert island and for the fearful one it is haven. It is the point of the twenty-four hour period, where light-sensitive dreams rise to the surface to take in oxygen. The point where human shells crack, bringing out the pearls that have been polished against the smooth and jagged surfaces of life in all pain and love.''

Amarantha D. Wolfen, poetry book: Aurora On The Obscure Path(Vol.1 - Chapter 1): Cold Mercy, 2020

[amaranth-devi1]

@rottingveil , my dark poem collection

Cold Mercy from : Aurora On The Obscure Path

''Of course, I do love autumn, fresh aroma of forest and the last colors of nature before they drop inflorescences into the wind and getting a pure snow cover. Yes, I do love this fall, its darkness, when the shadows creep into places to this haven of loneliness.''

[amaranth-devi1]

Hell i miss those carefree days where the role of loss was so slight and poetic. Barely noticeable, unlike today; fear of being betrayed is present even in the moments we are together.

@rottingveil / Amaranth, book: Aurora On The Obscure Path

[amaranth-devi1]

@rottingveil , my dark poem collection

Cold Mercy from : Aurora On The Obscure Path

''There is a golden horizon, as far as eye can see, hard to resist watching. As hard as temptation to look at Thanatos in his eyes and notice when tomorrow will drift away and how softly I move to darkness.''

[amaranth-devi1]

The nocturnal sky in my heart. I’m entering into the magical circle and feeling the increasing pulse of demoniac. It lulls me softly on the death row before a new birth comes.

@rottingveil, my dark poem collection

Cold Mercy from : Aurora On The Obscure Path

[amarantha-wolfen]

Rusty bones of the cruel world rumbling in my ears, like an old violin, that nobody cares to tune. A searing spikes of the cruel people, causes numbness in my body’s system and there is no any cure to offer.''

Amarantha D. Wolfen, poetry book: Aurora On The Obscure Path(Vol.1 - Chapter 1): Cold Mercy, 2020

[amarantha-wolfen]

Outdated, time-rotten thoughts, those feelings, so vulgar. Finally wither away, perish without violent. What remains is a lassitude, a drowsiness state. In spite of that; a fresh beginning.''

Amarantha D. Wolfen, poetry book: Aurora On The Obscure Path(Vol.1 - Chapter 1): Cold Mercy, 2020