Far from the burning eyes of sun,
Behind the hazy walls of rain
I talk to larvae of the Hellas
And Hades’ serpents in my bed
Engraft my face from daylight’s heat
And hide my nakedness of heart
From every eye or alien feet
To join my segregated art
The realms you’re given you have spoiled
Now you’re ashamed of your own names
Insanity cut golden coil
Your rituals decay in flames
The incest of your soul and dream
Has paved the way to sewage waste
Abominable holes you ream
To gain the stench and limbo’s taste
The echo of the siege of hordes
I hear from moans of dark empire
The art of war dishonest one
Entail the might of funeral pyre
The shadows whisper from outside
The solar lakes await the stew
I went back home from thousand miles
My brownie, hence I am with you
The years sheltered you from dregs
And rains have washed away
From balcony enclosed by fence
I see the past today
It brings me odor of the wreaths
From long forgotten graves
The words of dead, their timeless breaths
And blowth of autumn grapes
I hear the distant river flow
Whose reveries fulfill
The mist conceals the morning glow
And tramples all I feel
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