Depart...
lamps in a niche were set out
burdened with mist and ashes in the heart.
A moon was stabbed in the back;
its elegy was inscribed on a wall of nightmare.
The candles, besieged by the nightmare,
appeared as they were shining.
The nightmare hung them with a cord of lies, from fibers of a palm-tree.
Arise, arise!
Beast of darkness and phantoms of bats' death
are sneaking, searching for dreams to slaughter,
blood splattered in darkness.
An ice hot burning... sighs... dwelling in the soul.....
O devils that dwell in passages of the abyss,
stop!
My last candle is in the darkness
dimming,
wrestling death and wind.




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