Osterizer Imperial 542

night I thought

And slowly flows down the storm
loses through rivers of my world
zerbrochne wind in the empty country
horizons.

of hidden lily, cold sand
lived before the time.

Trapped in the solitude
the glass that is broken now lost

the swan is the
cry echoed through the green.

decayed splendor, magnificently once
will never sing more.

So I walked slowly shut
and this place looked
past shallow wetlands
carried the now henceforth
the last leaves of the tree tears
; fallen for eternity.

because dark was light path
now falls on the shadow.

formless stands the moonlight
by wood Skeletal
breaks so also the last way
Elysium removed.

- Paradise Lost, 2010 ;