Love - a poem for Lady Astaroth

[Satan's Crow]

Love - a poem for Lady Astaroth

Time paralyzed me,
My hands are tingling.
I'm not much different from a sick man,
Every day he reaches for his medicine with wrinkled hands,
He's lucky, he has an answer.
And ı am live without knowing the other color of life.

The life that breathes non-stop is jealous of you;
because it's not as beautiful as you.
Life is like two sides of a coin, when it's so ugly and so beautiful,
How could I be sad!
How could I trust anyone else when I was destined to be a child of the heavens!

So is the moon that rises and sets in the sky every night,
Neither were the stars that came to me like a pleasant song
It was none other than you who woke me up forever by scattering the clouds that merged with the darkness of the night.
And I...
How can I be sad when the night whispers your name to me!
And how can I exist in a world without love?

-Satan's Crow

 

[Hellenic SS]

Hail Goddess Astarte!

 

[berroni]

Beneath the vast and starry sky,
Where dreams take wing and spirits fly,
In whispered tones of the night's embrace,
We find our hearts in a tranquil space.

The moon, a guardian, soft and bright,
Bathes the world in silver light,
And in its glow, we feel the pull,
Of life's great tapestry, rich and full.

Each moment a verse, a story told,
In the quiet night, bold and cold,
We pen our lines with hopeful breath,
And dance with shadows, cheating death.

So let us write with fervent zeal,
On life's grand parchment, our ideal,
For in each word, a world's potential,
A poem of life, vast and essential.