On an early day in solemn autumn
Scholars retreat from their forum
A farthest sight was seen on Eurus’ direction
Torn fractions of an antique mansion
As it is, or was it barely an illusion?
I asked myself a similar question
Back when everything was clear and silent
My mind drowned in unnatural remembrance
I never thought of the presence of peyote
Arranged as if they were tholos of Delphi
Leaves covered them, as something was leaving
Soft rain would fall soon, as my mind is raining
“The second coming shall be aware, for those who tend to believe
A second adventure is prepared, for those who dare to take the leap.”
Bleak world I could see, before the light is lit
Yet I have never learnt how to fly, like Icarus I dip
Surrounded by ghosts, they move me till I feel helpless
Scattered the time, into pieces of nothingness
Converged, are the paths of eternal recursion
Strangest scenery of souls’ celebration
I would gladly describe the warmness I felt
In the mansion, beyond the crimson fire in hell
Sadly wordless, it’s only to blame my own unconscience
On the frosted shore in pale silence
Jan 23rd, 2025
Lafcadia