When darkest night
eats candles light,
I am staring at the white circle
It is like a magic Oracle,
Two dark and tiny arrows
Being pure echoes of heroes!
One like a demon, loud and clear:
- hour is over .. my dear..!
And everything is flying,
Singing or crying,
scrolling or walking,
Running to or from,
Begging or forgiving,
Healing but still feeling,
dying from love
or not having one,
Looking but seeing none..
Everything is just a fantasy rejoice!
Other like an angel’s voice,
- Saying: I still have a choice!
Under the sphere of magic clock
That will never stop, Tick, tick tock!!
And even if all these dead...
I will go to my bed
To hypnotize and evoke,
the memory of magic puff of smoke..!