Walking on the golden fallen leaves
In red blaze of the autumn sun
You clung to false threads of hope
In the kingdom of
writhed trees
You disturbed the peace of a dead place
Where birds songs died down in dry trunks
You came to know the old
mystery
The story of two guiltless girls
Tongues of flame licked their bodies
To the scorn of exultant crowd
They were
faggoted on suspicion
Of witchcraft and lesbian sex
And then the forest sheltered their souls
Flying, whispering and
luring
Damned haunt of deep melancholy
The cradle of illusive quiet
i iai i
A a ai a
i a i
Ia ai aa i
i
I, a aii
at a ia
ia t t a a
i ii ii ia!
You joined their tight embrace
Which begot a sharp blade
They
offered it to you
And you accepted the gift of death
It easily got into the flesh
Shedding your warm red blood
On their
perfect silk skin
Your fell to their feet on the smooth marble
ii i t a i i
