Old Age

Марк Каратанов
We're slowly fading like flowers.
Time spares no one, steals our colors,
Cuts down apple trees at the roots,
Burns wood and squeezes juice from fruits.

Don't try to bathe in virgin blood,
Bathory tried it but in vain,
Her honest name was mixed with mud, -
A role model for Cain's children.

Because there is no elixir
That can help us fool nature's law
Old Age - Narcissus' darkest fear
Is the only flaw of this world.

28.04.2024