Behold the lack of light 0
Behold the stars at night 3
Behold the blackest blight 4
And see 5
The stars aren't bright
And see how 8
Our thoughts mind the plight
And see how it 9
Fills us with fright
Behold the end of an era of light
Eternal night 1
The extreme blight
Lacking the once bright
Stars 6
Full of endless plight
Torturing us with fright
Mind your eyes
O. P. A. L.
Black stars
Black stars
No matter where the stars may take us
We will always find a home
We will always find a home
Re: Black stars
To all whom it applies,
befall into endless demise,
and ye shall forever be plagued by flies.
The roses wilt in the night.
They cant feed on the dark.
The children cant sing,
and the gods cant see.
Forever the world will fall out of quite.
The gears scream and no one can stop them.
befall into endless demise,
and ye shall forever be plagued by flies.
The roses wilt in the night.
They cant feed on the dark.
The children cant sing,
and the gods cant see.
Forever the world will fall out of quite.
The gears scream and no one can stop them.
No matter where the stars may take us
We will always find a home
We will always find a home
Re: Black stars
What's wrong with black?
Re: Black stars
Prophesized black
enduring the crack
this black not of color
absence in fact
all without reason
self inflicted treason
the night once shown by a grey sun
now only knows that abyssal nun
There is nothing wrong with black, evil, the night or moon. I feel these things represent knowledge of something we couldn't hope to comprehend. But the abyss comes not only with fruits of knowledge but a deepness that knows no bounds, the sea can contest with this fact. the absence of all light, something only seen as true black but not an abyssal color. Not even the deepest depths of the seas can relate to this pure absence. Nothing is without light, but death may prove me wrong.
I'm not a prophet only a stone
O.P.A.L
Over the highest mountains, to see the vast gears
Permeating the darkest depths, witnessing the rust
All of everything, the ALL that will BEFALL
Longing for the gods, the old ones whos names are lost
only to find an opal
small rock of all colors
a gem that gleams in all ways but strength
reflecting beautifully in contrast to the vast ocean, sea the see
enduring the crack
this black not of color
absence in fact
all without reason
self inflicted treason
the night once shown by a grey sun
now only knows that abyssal nun
There is nothing wrong with black, evil, the night or moon. I feel these things represent knowledge of something we couldn't hope to comprehend. But the abyss comes not only with fruits of knowledge but a deepness that knows no bounds, the sea can contest with this fact. the absence of all light, something only seen as true black but not an abyssal color. Not even the deepest depths of the seas can relate to this pure absence. Nothing is without light, but death may prove me wrong.
I'm not a prophet only a stone
O.P.A.L
Over the highest mountains, to see the vast gears
Permeating the darkest depths, witnessing the rust
All of everything, the ALL that will BEFALL
Longing for the gods, the old ones whos names are lost
only to find an opal
small rock of all colors
a gem that gleams in all ways but strength
reflecting beautifully in contrast to the vast ocean, sea the see
No matter where the stars may take us
We will always find a home
We will always find a home
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It is a shame that the black moon project shut its door. It would great if it could up again. Are all files of sites lost ? Or it is just a motivation issue?
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