The Teardrop Fall

The Teardrop Fall

In the forest

where the green and sinister luxuriance

engulfs the rays of light

and climbing plant scale the walls of fortresses

Raced by the pass of centuries

The old trunks emain, inmutable

Since the vassals rendered homage to their lords

During that misterious hour

where the frontiers between night and day hides

I found a neat and luminous presence

of sad feminine beauty

Postrated on a huge stone

Near a lake of eternal waters

where the souls sail and sink

A cold and petreous tear

stands within slime

and the rain's ashes

A maiden cries

and there's no solace

for such a deep sorrow

She mourns the death of mankind

She weeps for the lovelorn

She weeps for the drowned men

Drowned in the depths of this lake

with no destiny

Never to emerge

An angel cries

and there's no solace

for such a deep sorrow

Her tear falls

and reflects over the waters

before crowning the lake

with a diadem of shy waves

A tear falls from my maiden

Fallen tear from my angel