Caress in blood the sky stains,
fiery roses smell in gleams.
Moon is stifled by scarlet rain,
fresh the grass in the mist dreams.
Silver nymphs the ground asleep
with oblivion cries fast stroke.
Wind the cloud grips in cold deep;
bloody drops a dance to soak
make their winced in daze dead flesh.
Shadows dashing with streamed hair
skim in a ring 'n' tears like ash
roll from mute faces of theirs.
Roses, rain...The mingling shades
stilly whisper when the haze
bursts the sun in them. They soak
with pain and hope and cry
in the dew and grief evoke
after those who cannot die.
