I have a scream to yell, but my grief cripples my...
My neighbors, my cursed neighbors I am neither...

Your majesty covers the feathers of death
Beneath the wings of your corpse...

Sometimes the rusty in the made of gold
Is often dusty and newly old...

And when I, the no I
Neither live nor die...

My life is pale
the much I beheld the days and wept...

I am the wine of all the rains
drunk in your rivers and streams...

Down the lights, a city known
Of romance high and glory gone...

Wish I die in a rainy night
On wet land void of light...

I am winged to the listless cloud
from the steaming weakness of sparks...

The gardens in you bloom like fate
each herb is a slave before your gate...

" I, upon the rosy skies
You, my sadness and the storms...

There are tombs with gloom traces
Of fear in the far sighted eyes...