Black Gallows…
Is it a dream that I feel free among the cool woodland
foliage, The river murmurs to me of desire as with Pan and
Dionysus in the Greek satyrs. It is pleasures that they bring,
like dragonflies threading through the woods to sing.
In the wine of daylight willows shiver and quiver
along the
long black river.
In the evening the breeze delights the
earth, before the hell-red sky disappears with the
setting
sun. I no
longer felt myself as shadow flowers gleaming in the
scented twilight.
The black gallows moaned near the calm black water,
its
scaffolding embroidered with black moss and the
silence
of my eternal voice sounded endless as…I hung there.
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