Thoughts of a Night CreatureTaking a walk in the moonlight,Malintra-Shadowmoon
Enjoying the darkness,
Fearing the sunlight
To protect the body.
Sucking the life out of beings
Who are called humans
To have something
What is called life.
The soul vivid and clear;
The body, however, only a corpse
That can only live from the life of others;
Yet beautiful and graceful,
Pride signs their whole demeanor.
Accompanied by loneliness,
Having lost the purpose of life for ages.
The purpose of being not yet known.
What once was the real life
Already lost long ago –
Taken involuntarily –
Doomed to be alone forever –
Alone among his peers,
Whom he despised so much.
No emotion or remorse in their deeds.
The fear in the neck once to become likewise.
To have no memories of feelings.
He was condemned …
Condemned to live forever:
A life that does not deserve this title,
A life in darkness,
A life of hunt,
A life of hiding and of thirst –
A dead life.
Funny Halloween (Attention: Black Humour/Satire)!Lightning sparkle through the night.Malintra-Shadowmoon
The wind is howling – hissing and crashing.
Bones rise from the graves.
Who wants can cook a little soup.
Dracula and Frankenstein
Break into the blood bank
And swallow a burgundy,
A witch is flying around the house.
She looks like the mother-in-law.
Three black ravens afterwards -
Since that time I do not drink anymore.
Two zombies behind the mortuary
Pull out a dead,
Break open his chest,
Smear ketchup on top of it.
From an old filing cabinet
Comes a terrible stench.
It is a civil servant in decomposition.
We wish a soon recovery.
In deep cellars and archives,
Where until now the rats were sleeping,
An executioner teases a nun.
What a joy! What delight!
The poor souls lament loudly.
A devil is sitting in the sauerkraut.
The fermentation is interrupted now
Because he has smelled of sulphur.
Young and old scorch in the fire.
The fear flows out of all pores.
Moaning prevails and great agony -
And for that you have to pay admiss
Congenial LoveSomething resounds in me,Malintra-Shadowmoon
In my silence,
Infinity here and now.
It is you
Who is in me.
When I think of you,
When I feel yourself as mine,
Then I enter another world,
Where absolute silence prevails.
There, everything is different.
Is a gift.
It is inexplicable,
I feel this perfect silence in me
That seems to be everything.
And time and space become
Needs no words
It is beyond
Space and time.
From the significance of
Safety and certainty
Springs inner peace.
Is everlasting happiness.
Of you –
Given up for lost –
Dawns slowly up
In my silence.
Ephemeral MomentsLike the sky above meMalintra-Shadowmoon
And many endless sea-waves,
It seems to me that I am floating.
In the sleep for the past.
In all splendor, in my glance –
Interwoven the butterfly flies
And it is easy to smile for me.
Today matters, but only the true appearance
And far prevail all flaps.
In view, freedom can be almost seized.
Yesterday seems to be forgotten
And the future, beyond question.
Balanced is my wish
To let go all hold.
But shall I chose the sky now
Or shall I dive into the sea-blue?
Autumn DreamI have brought the autumn into the room.Malintra-Shadowmoon
The ripe dark red of the haw smiles out of its green leaves.
Dewed dark blue of the blackthorn berry
Shimmers between corn and wheat ears.
Colored twigs –
Autumn poetry in rust and ocher yellow –
Illuminate the room,
Warm und bright.
Highly days are burning, exuberantly flooded
With the flux of the sun flowing full of grace.
Still, not all the fields are turned up
And deprived of the abundance which sprouts in them.
Warm winds harp in the branches.
And the hymns of ecstatic birds pour
Like sweet wine into the last feast
Of Life that the Earth celebrates deeply.
Which lets her shine in an exhaustion,
Like the weary used to be burdened with
Whom already great peace manifests itself.
The mist falls soon. It is getting late.
A beautiful dream,
Ignited by God’s hand, fades away,
In which it is gently flowing again:
An annealed, blissful autumn prayer.