0h !

Unworldly transcendence

                                      ( the long bough cut for the bow )

the mighty archer prepares himself

For doom

//

Lovers meet in the shade and drink

Potions of innocence mixed with fables

Of heroes dying in the waste

Of bitter jealousy and hate

::

she saw the ghost arisen from the grave

Wearing her face

••

the augury !

                                          The 1000 candles have gone out

••

Sublime in the inconsistency of

Never really saying anything at all

//

The drowned woman of the lake

The utter irresponsibility

/:/

The ****** !

//

She goes to ***** - school to learn a trade

))((

Who amongst us will meet here then ?

//

Will we have the money to afford

Our one moment of indulgence ?

/::/

The fires of the day

The soul is dead

Finally

We are free

To do exactly what we want