The Exit Night 04. 04. 05

      This verse was written one snowy night in April 2005. It's my biggest revelation from times of "Temple Beside The Dark Water."

The crystal snow whirls and embowers the ground
The sparkling flakes dance in the pale street-lamp's ray
I see the gray shades if the winter surround
The stark town to bury the light of the day

One more season's lived. Such a "greatest achievement!"
It sent no ideas for the future at all
I'm tired of my grief and the sense of bereavement
Enclosing my brain like a cold stony wall

I cried for my love at her doleful interment
But she's gone to rest far from torture and fear
No one will remember my ritual conferment
And mission of mine that seemed righteous and clear

My nib scratches loud as an oar in the oarlock
But still my way leads to the dark of the dawn
I could not become either pastor or warlock
That's why I prefer to exist on my own

The passion of youth's died away with the ingle
And nothing's remained from the long-bygone hopes
My past is the ashes, the grave in the dingle
But what is the present? The ills and the mopes...

...The gloom passes through my dimension of mourning
It carries the dreams to the God's sacred hall
Without ME this world will awake in the morning
I'm leaving my land and ascending to fall

Above the iced earth there's no sorrow nor danger
The breath of eternity sways the dim air
Someday I'll return like a ruthless avenger
But now let the ghosts of time heed my last prayer.

What else I must say? My creations are idle
And I do not care that my exit looks trite
...The hand of the reaper holds tightly the bridle
And his flamy chariot flies through the night...