(эхо на "Заклинание Пятой Стихии")
Sweeter than death is your love,
sweeter than promise of pain,
sweeter than death is your smile,
sweeter...
One more step into gap,
one more thrust of the knife,
one more sip from the cup
of poison...
Better than death - shining.
Better than life - waning.
Better than night - coming.
Better than day - fading.
Oh come - I drink from the cup that you give me.
Stay - like a petal I fall,
downwards,
spinning,
forever caught in the net of your love.
Sweeter - your darkest light will pierce me through.
Sweeter - your night will swallow me whole.
Sweeter - slowly, but verily I follow you.
Sweeter than death is to stay with you,
more desirable than eternal rest,
better than a water for the thirsty,
better than a bread for the hungry,
better than a rest for the weary,
better than a truth for the doubter,
better than assurance to the hesitating,
better than a land for the drowning,
better than a love for the unloved,
better than a miracle for the believer,
better than a fire for the frozen,
better than a joy in being chosen...
My cruel love, I won"t regret at all
last song of bird before the fall.
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(10.03.2000)