Elegy of Existence !
Laboring and fainting in the liquid,
like spectra of sword around the palm,
and it eliminates the darkness rising,
from the elegy of eternal spirit of soulful sunshine!
Deep from where Cosmos support,
where none except you see thy Avalon,
One’s self, that races the race,
known alchemist playing secrets!
Like a harlot of the hounds,
and the chariots, hunting the distractions,
Once doomed and now drowned, land dissappeared,
from the zenith od sunless skies archons ! ns
Should be face the flame of the bird, past?
Or let the Phoenix keep burning into ashes ??