𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖆𝖓 ⛧<p><a href="https://qoto.org/tags/music" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>music</span></a> <a href="https://qoto.org/tags/SoporAeternus" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>SoporAeternus</span></a> <a href="https://qoto.org/tags/AIArt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>AIArt</span></a> <a href="https://qoto.org/tags/DALLE3" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>DALLE3</span></a> <a href="https://qoto.org/tags/NeuralNetwork" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NeuralNetwork</span></a> <span class="h-card"><a href="https://chirp.social/@dark" class="u-url mention" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">@<span>dark</span></a></span></p><p>Shadowsphere</p><p>This is a sad day here in the world of shades<br>but even pain has its own beauty<br>even pain can perform a lovely face.</p><p>Blinding stream, double-edged,<br>in an extra-terrestrial gloom,<br>beautiful creation of steel<br>grown in my barren womb…</p><p>They way into the light will separate me from my flesh,<br>myriads in their birth-giving red<br>swimming forcefully through-out space.</p><p>This darkest space is wide<br>and the mountain is still so high,<br>fly up my black little eyes<br>and cross the frontiers that dare to define my life…</p><p>No space too vast and surely no place too far,<br>the groping sister feels that her eyes<br>must be somewhere alive.</p><p>So she is afraid of all the dwellers of the dark<br>in their blindness they will never understand<br>the tempting gift of sight.</p><p>This place is cold, blindly she can feel<br>the dead wind caressing the rocks<br>from high above they come way down,<br>these angels kissing our undead bodies to stone…</p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/jBN8WsW-cAc" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="">youtu.be/jBN8WsW-cAc</span><span class="invisible"></span></a></p>