The Djinnwhisperer - Gloria Morti

Admidst whispering spirits

Chaotic madness conspires

Seeping into light

Poisoning the Seraphs

Archangels lie torn now

Carpenters have ceased to rebuild

Hopelorn infant weeps

In a rain of bloodied feathers

Haunted

Imparted of greater sadness

I find myself howling at the wind

Forsaking that little left of light

Across vast gravelands

Past the burning metropolis

Upon the plains of consciousness

Murdering elegies resound

Grant me the strength

To have these voices bemuted

Death to bring me silence

End of the whispering