Taste of Sorrow
Gods drink the wine of sorrow
From the cup of regret.
I can feel it and I swallow
The bitter draff instead.
I feel a great disgust.
All people are like dust.
I’ll never be the brand in their promised land.
I know this kingdom falls
But a fragile rose
Sprouts among the sins
Among the gray ruins.
The taste of sorrow I sense
Is the taste of lost innocence.
The nature is mourning with me.
My sister, you must be free.
Silent slaves
In the caves
They can’t see
This splendid morning.
Madmen haul
The miracle.
It’s the time of
Straying heroes.
I’m walking to the solstice
Through the twilight of sorrow…