The Coast of DonauOh, Coast of Donau, I will leer,
Upon the wrecking of your beauty,
Appoint me, Father, with the duty,
To resurrect the ever dear,
And conquer growing vines of fear.
Impart to me a dying daydream
Of adolescent ages lost,
Of earthly pleasures and their cost,
Which I have payed when they betrayed me.
I stood upon the Golden Coast,
Wishing the Sun Bed for my own,
To share with no one; and alone
With all my greed to get the most.
Voluptuous waves of crystal waters,
I saw in you my only Grail.
But then - deception, like a veil
Has taken hope, which I besought for.
There is a lot that I remember:
The gentle whispering of trees,
The sense of sensing, being pleased
When cold and light are bound together...
Oh, Coast of Donau, what is there
For me to mourn for else, than thee?
I have none, but a memory,
And something hostile in the air...
Then it was gone. The lonely river,
Brought plague and heartache with it's tide,
The lungs were scorching on one side,
And eyelids closing on the other.
Nonsense - Empty TalkWhat a beautiful time
When the sun is gone,
When the world of mine
Sleeps under snow.
Here I sit
And comes out a story
My paws feel the frostbite,
But there is no worry.
Such a wonderful day!
My paws aren't cold,
It is just my soul,
I cry and my tears
Suffocate me may,
Little by little
A novel is written.
I like to remember the past.
And I have the right
To abandon flattery phrases
In my story at last.
My childhood is no interest
To your mind,
What a horrible time
Take for example
My difference of body.
Having two tails?
What is the horror about that?
You better tell me,
You meaningless prat,
What is so precious
In being like everyone else,
And then laugh at those
With a different appearance.
We'll leave that right there,
This empty talk!
And now I shall finally
Go for a walk.
People Leave...Once or twice a mourning bell shall toll on a fine morning.
Someone of thy true affection in a while will be gone.
Blesséd Goddess of the Present, look upon me, show thy presence,
Turn the sun not into crescent, order time not to move on,
Someone of my true affection under moonlight will be gone,
Order night to be withdrawn.
Lo, the daylight is not pleasing, violently teasing,
And the specious warmth of it is meaner than before.
Glory to the one who reads my tragic story,
For my time is running out much faster than before,
And the gloomy rays of helios are knocking on my door,
Quoth: "Thou hast thy love no more."
Close to nightfall, half-way dreaming in descending sunlight's gleaming,
Beams of moonlight come to power on the firmamental face,
Full of shame, regret, damnation, and no doubt, without salvation
Hear my quiet imploration, the almighty sign of grace!
No, but only to myself I lie about this fraudulent grace,
Soon the the day will night embrace.
But Verdandi, they will lea
CupidThe sun falleth and riseth the moone
Life is dull and none is abloom.
Though I believe that hither will fly
O fallen angel, cupid of mine.
He who endureth the sin of the world,
Forsaken me hath and answereth not,
But I am in faith that upon me will dwell
O cupid of mine, ye angel that fell.
There was once or twice a hope in my heart,
That sorrow and pain should falter apart,
But God, or the Devil or the Sisters of Fate,
Or the cupid of mine have answered me late.
A wolfe with no countenance stood on hayfield at noon
Howl'd at the sun, not at the moone.
And so am I, blinded and lost
I have prayed for the cupid, the timorous ghost.
Crystal-pure waters, valley's a'bloomin'
But the wild disease kills the bastardized human.
O fallen angel, cupid of mine,
Show me the haven of the divine.
But alas, we all must in eternity drown,
Fall to ignis, then rise with the Livély Crown.
But I cannot rise, for the reason that sin,
All the burden of it is too heavy within.
Should we grow wings? Shoul