Ominous Poetry: Abysmal - Pale horse

[isfet]

the things that shroud the movement
seemed sewn into these little drawings

secrets are told right through our dark grace

• each and every as a cold patience of the grave

then interrupted by a current disaster
took the silenced papers as their only consort
many I know took that subtle atmosphere

• each and every as a cold patience of the grave

that image of them peacefully disappears
carried away by the pale horse
under the invisible moonlight

 

Attribution: post cover and lyrics are mine