Bathed in the golden rays
A gentle touch by the divine hand
Was lost long time in this endless maze
But woke up under a silver gaze.
Hazy view laid down beneath my light
Pushing down every seed of life
Glued the doors, nailed the windows
No gestures to perturb the vows.
Taught to die, a declarant of futility
Resided by guilt and weak personality
Let nails grow and cleaved the lie
Splintered the roots and darken the skies.
Sprinting horses dying of thirst
All have disappeared when one’s sun has burst
Without water, hay or sight
Ideas die and this view’s just right.
A macabre decor fitting a medieval scene
With decaying Kings and Queens and blades so thin
To reach between castle stones
Momentary disappointment of the lone.
Emanuel Ștefancu 