From The Abyss To Misty Heaven

From The Abyss To Misty Heaven

There were dead bodies all around

even vultures were not attracted

by the chary carcasses at the moment.

Every second animals and people

were dying of lighting,

which streaks were

surprisingly accurate.

All that completed the scene

of decaying corpses and burning dead.

A leaden low sky was above them

The storm clouds were witting home.

That continued for a few months

from the day his body had been found in his castle.

Nobody knew how he could appear

after he was buried so long before.

A lot of people saw his phantom,

which was crying for sympathy

but nobody helped him.

And people were continually dying.

A number of victims

of the sky was rising.

Once the sky was full of moon light,

once it was covered with the patterns,

created by the nature itself.

But at the moment people

were dying somewhere,

and senseless creatures

were coming in to the world

somewhere else.

And he did appear somewhere

he, who was free from all his sins

he was a master of everything

and nothing, a slave of dream,

a master of eternity,

a human being.