5.08.2007
MY PERSONAL APOCALYPSE
Imagine a world so cold and lonely
not a single sound of birds can be heard.
A lake of swans that there once was
now rests in dark and frozen colours.
The sun above it took the shape of a glass eye
caressing its decaying lonely kingdom.
Many layers of snow have covered the treads of men,
who once have walked this desert of frozen tears,
trying to reach the Ice Queen for many years.
The beauties offered to them were in colours of spring
and a charming odour of daisies so inviting,
they could not resist wanting a taste
of sweet cherry cheeks they would kiss on the Queen’s face.
Many lips touched the Queen,
by many eyes she was seen,
many times she believed,
that a true love is percieved
in every her breath
and every her touch,
but she never knew
love can not be subdued.
Swords were drawn and stuck through her breasts
so long and sharp she could feel nothing else
but the pain and sorrow embracing her soul
it seemed as if Death was taking his toll.
She closed her garden, turned spring into winter -
an endless ice in colour of silver.
”The sadest thing the existance has brought
is numbness of all the emotions” she thought.
”No winter of nature feels
as painful as my heart’s veneer.
It is bloody and red - there is no doubt,
but stony and dead it beats without
the spring and swans and birds around,
to keep its beating safe and sound”.
She can be seen walking in christal nights alone
searching for treads she had covered with snow
and only dark shadows and spirits and moon
know the real sore of her gloom.
