The sirenic afterthought of perished hope Prompts

ceased are the bells in the eternal flame, the sirenic afterthought of perished hope, as archangels snicker in humble conceit

hearing the desolation in the heart of songs, I am Tantalus preoccupied by endings, half asleep. (Subtle red and white highlights:.7) . Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9)

A fleeting glimpse of might have been

A fleeting glimpse of what might have been

hearing the desolation in the heart of songs, I am Tantalus preoccupied by endings, half asleep. (Subtle red and white highlights:.7) . Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9)

hearing the desolation in the heart of songs, I am Tantalus preoccupied by endings, half asleep. (Subtle red and white highlights:.7) . Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9)

hearing the desolation in the heart of songs, I am Tantalus preoccupied by endings, half asleep. (Subtle red and white highlights:.7). Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9)

It won’t be long now, but any time is too long. I’m more satisfied with so little, and I won’t be taken again in this life. (I wear my scar mistakes:1.9), no more changing at the terminal point of (final epigenisis:1.9) except maybe the way I vomit. Never lie again. What is that calls me from deep within? is it Ian killed by the mountains he loved, is it Zanjan's feedback muezzin? (Subtle red and white highlights:.7). Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9). (Strange mysterious, symbols, and scripts:1.9).

It won’t be long now, but any time is too long. I’m more satisfied with so little, and I won’t be taken again in this life. (I wear my scar mistakes:1.9), no more changing at the terminal point of (final epigenisis:1.9) except maybe the way I vomit. Never lie again. What is that calls me from deep within? is it Ian killed by the mountains he loved, is it Zanjan's feedback muezzin? (Subtle red and white highlights:.7). Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9). (Strange mysterious, symbols, and scripts:1.9).

It won’t be long now, but any time is too long. I’m more satisfied with so little, and I won’t be taken again in this life. (I wear my scar mistakes:1.9), no more changing at the terminal point of (final epigenisis:1.9) except maybe the way I vomit. Never lie again. What is that calls me from deep within? is it Ian killed by the mountains he loved, is it Zanjan's feedback muezzin? (Subtle red and white highlights:.7). Epic, cinematic, dramatic, dystopian, futuristic. (Science Fiction style:1.9). (Strange mysterious, symbols, and scripts:1.9).

Passed Memories As they cry, muted, colourless dreams pour into holes ripped in my fabric of life. Closer to forever as can be though still oblivious of a destiny stronger than the foundations of that of words, but then words spoken too soon, like music poor of passion, die, while beauty mourns what could have been. Where I came from I don't know as my snowy path from times long gone in others memories now serve.

: ("Dark Minds, Deep Wells":1.4), I dwell in the echo of minds that never stopped screaming // shadow blooms in my chest like cold flame // there is no direction here, only the soft pressure of regret // eyes do not see—they dissolve masterpiece, shadowcore surrealism, nonlinear face logic, flux-optimized dread sculpt, asymmetric posture, dream bleed

a broken heart that aspires to heights

: ("Dark Minds, Deep Wells":1.4), I dwell in the echo of minds that never stopped screaming // shadow blooms in my chest like cold flame // there is no direction here, only the soft pressure of regret // eyes do not see—they dissolve masterpiece, shadowcore surrealism, nonlinear face logic, flux-optimized dread sculpt, asymmetric posture, dream bleed

After the show lonely circus dungeon woman sadness candle hope

: Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

After the show lonely circus dungeon woman sadness candle hope masterpiece

HOPE

After Strip light and bend it, twist it until mirrors on crumbled walls show who you are. This was never a dream nor fantasy but oh so cold reality of a harsh October rain. Because stone withers does not mean what was printed was false Still and always I will cherish what beauty that could be saved. Still I will shiver like butterfly wings when the first morning light paints a new world.

I hear white Beauty sighing, too, for hours when all must fade like dew. But flame on flame, deep under deep, throne over throne, where in half sleep their swords upon their iron knees brood her sad lonely Knights. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

Soft me to die, earth me my grave, cold my last lip kiss. And I know I will die alone, loved or unloved it doesn't matter, drifting to beautiful, silence my name, dissipating into sodden peat. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic nightmare scenario. Cinematic colours.

someone who is leaving dungeon synth atmospheric emotional unfullfiled love masterpiece

alone on an alien planet, contemplation, left behind

"In the shadows of despair, we found our strength, for it is in the darkest hours that the flicker of hope burns brightest."