This Widow
In her tousled hair...

Clannish troop of darkness
Invade a glittering territory...

Worn seeking for it,
In the depth of grisly pit...

Events I know are for history's gain;
must we lost for its fame...

Unstable like stream;
he wanders in trance...

Brave pernicious little creatures,
birthmarked with long-pointed spouts...

The soul that breaths;
Life is not at stake...

We have been in this floating race,
our peaceful conflict...

I have gone a long way,
but now bored and wearied on this odyssey...

Now happiness is death!
Condolence too scarce...

More stinker is coming of this vicissitude.
Life glamour is getting lost...

I can't hide anymore,
the fact behind my burden...