Hallowed eves shuddered

In the requiem of an eye

Nonchalance

It slept within thee to confide

The place where I go to, to run and hide

Expressing all one could ever naught feed

an need

The Illusive variation of windows or discord to tell

Thine ever looming sacrament ever never to fell

The vague dissonance of erupting yearning long

The wicked myriad of the song

The passage which finds thee plenty

Shattered in an semblance it’s only fit to dew

How could I ever never, be you?

The lonely wake world chymes it’s unadmonished secrets off and saw

Requiem, it’s etch in the world of worlds or beauty that law

Mirage or miracle et myriad, the face at the end of the claw

On, and on, and on

Nazhi Xyn

Nazhi Eun

Nazhi Nym

Nazhi Yuni

Nazhi Daedra

Nazhi Na-eun

Nazhi