with blooming nights and flames subsided
the final barriers conquered by servility
no more flames beneath the ashes to see
even in sunlight the day dim seems to be
the howling cries of wolves pass with the wind
somberly flowing to the autumn night fog
a raven spreads its wings as darkness falls
and snowdrifts laying in human souls too
when a faded remembrance quenches the flame
it leaves a bleary stain that goes away
emptiness scattered inside, shadows floating around
and sightless frenzy guiding these souls
