Dark Poetry from the Heart

Autumn, Winter and Andreu Kaophaine

Autumn, Winter and Andreu Kaophaine

Summer and Spring

Seasons that pass quickly through my heart.

Summer passes with it's gleaming sun.

Spring passes with it's beautiful flowers.

But the flowers start to die when the everlasting winter hits my heart.

Bitterness, pain, anguish, torture, coldness, sadness, unfeeling and lifeless.

As the Ice melts a Black Autumn hits my heart as all flowers dies,

And all leaves fade to ashes as they fall.

During the falling Autumn, a man stands between the trees and their falling leaves.

He plays his violin with sorrow in his poor heart, he plays a song for me.

To describe my bitterness and pain, he knows that love no longer exists in my heart.

That pain dominates it, he plays to soothe me throughout the passing seasons.

Preferably during the cold Winter and the Shades of Autumn.

I walk through the white valleys slowly and with caution.

I can hear his notes playing from a far.

He plays different tones and notes.

One the coldest Winter I saw his violin bleed with each note,

His Long black hair flowing softly on the cold wind,

His pale skin glowing under the darkened sun,

His beautiful face adorned the winter sight,

And his piercing white eyes filling with tears of sorrow.

There I understood that he acknowledges my pain.

He knows how I feel, his name is: Andreu Kaophaine.

A beautiful Dark Angel that plays music in my broken and cold heart.

One the Black Autumn I saw his violin bleed again and stain the falling leaves.

His black long hair always flowed in the wind,

His pale skin was a wonder underneath this scenario,

His beautiful face full of pain and anguish for me was intense,

And his piercing eyes full of tears and sadness always looked straight at me during the Black Autumn.

Andreu is always there to soothe me in my times of need.

He eases my path of suffering, without him I would be devastated.

The notes on his violin are the only thing that can heal me.

Andreu, I hope you never leave my heart without a song.

My Winter without your beauty,

And my Autumn without your tenderness.

Please stay and remain in my heart to soothe me and to ease my pain.

I would not know what I would do without you.

I have grown to love you and appreciate you.

The Violinist of My Winters and Dark Autumns.

The Dark Angel that Calms My Pain.