III

"wilderness insane

I encounter

it's rotten soul reaches

beyond my heart's beating

and calls me

raging

and roots of dead trees

a shadow

without me and through me

within me

my enemy

and the mass of grey tells me nothing

nothing is worth

enduring so much loss

alone here

breath failing

when I shriek into nothing

it echoes

as I become nothing"

the wind had swallowed his cries

carried them over a plain

smashed and shattered

far and wide

a glance whence he had come

the tower

the walls

the smoke

but a shadow behind

turning ahead again

he lost his eyes in the distance

there he would be embraced

by leaf and twig

of her growing trees

"beneath a hidden star

my sunclad pale hope"

"down there, her realm lies

all thorn, all shut, all dead

I descend to a black brook

disappearing in the endless desert waste land"

stumbling

he turned away from empty eyes

his share of her grief

sun clad in crimson

and lay down

from it's home broken

his soul fled

by the brook

trough desert

water and earth

and the sky opened

and shadows and mist

and his breathing lost

two seraphim stood

statues, like stone

with wings unfold

embracing none

"and the sun sickens

her singing echoes

shrieking

through broken gates

Eden deserted

God is no longer here"