Vale of The Wayward's Tears

Vale of the Wayward’s tears


In between the hills that knocks my silence, / Lay the anchorage of valance

Draped mixture of broidery / Of the streamed tears of vale!

And the silence drought to die / For my cries are passions to dry / And I seek this moment of slumber / Where I might vanish forever!

So sulk your hand to this stream / And shed your intimations in dreams / Its flowing rift I dare to forgo / As its deepest pain you will never know.

Just like its surface are clouded with masks / Every few words are sentenced not to take back / Now there it is your wings to fly / If you step onto these waters you’ll die!

There you'll drown with your mouth closed / But your minding soul open to abode

You open your eyes and then find, / That your tears are coloring the tide!

So sulk your hand to its deepest crest / And shed your immortal dreams to rest /

Its essence rifts its daze to flow-ever, / As its troth will remain to simmer…