Spirit

Летта Александровна
Diamond tears dried up long ago
Soul is dead and empty
Meadows of heaven and nothing more
Are in my memory, it’s sandy.
I am just a slave,
Sacrifice of doom, target of universe,
Silver alter is my still grave,
Crying dragon reads me a drama in verse.

He hid my spirit in an ancient tower,
Let it out just under bright shower,
He keeps my flickering red flower
And remember of me every hour…

I am a ghost of passion
With a special password,
Finding a beautiful decoration -
Legendary magic sword.
Piece of it lives in brilliant space
To laugh and hover in vanilla sky,
Piece of it lives in solitary place
With limpid and insipid lie…

Devil wanna carry out heavy sin,
But my fiery dragon will fight,
Angel will bury it under my skin,
He’ll be screaming with all his might!
Envy of this vicious circle
I am a horror in night,
It’s so dead and purple,
My life looks for sacred light…