Embraced

Having closed the door, they are staying on the path to Mort.

This road lay with black cobble-stones, disappears in foggy distance.

Small cold drops of rain are falling from gray funeral sky,

rolling down of their clothes into splits among the stones.

Rocks, drowning deep in mist, on their slopes seldom trees suffer their lives.

Reality, embraced with rainfull essence.

Impaling thorns, an epilogue

Fall into abyss, an epilogue

Narrow bridge through the river of oblivion. They are looking down,

but not seeing their reflections. The river slow and silent brings

lifeless waters from the valley of grief. Like shadows they follow the road,

which leads them to the top of the highest rock. Now staying at the

gates of Mort.

"The first step into darkness

Death wounds you

But the second step into darkness

Only for the strengths opens the immortality"