Arrived at the doomsday.
Long night.
Poetry might
turn into sad shade.
Wait alone. Alone without fear.
Flesh does remain harder than steel.
Raining outside. Outside for years.
Thunder is longer than my last will.
Raining inside. Raining sharp tears.
But sun is rising. Feel the thrill.
Enjoy your reign.
The rules has been broken.
Pass over far-fetched pain.
God has no chances against the overmen!
You owe nothing to the wrong totems.
No more false idols whom shall be afraid.
Merge with Nature. Paint your days in red,
the sacrest colour that your soul´ll accept.
Beneath the shape of Wendigo.
Covered by a mask of wildness...
Solve the conundrum
of spacetime webs´ spiders.
Be an spirit. An untamed one.
Forget in forest your vanity.
Then run. Look for the river
and purify your conscience.
Free of sins, aimed to peace
amidst the violence.
Become the loud paradox of silence!
Luko:) wow, a poem in English. Excellent. My friend, good lyrics, good scenery. A pleasure to read you again. Regards!!!
Luis J. Cabrè!