With my haunting memories
I'm still staring into a narrowing funnel
Where bats fly
Look at my plated face
Eaten by
rain and rust
Washed by a blye glacial torrent
My shadow is pinned against a sweating wall
With all the immensity of feelings
in my heart
No one could satisfy my excessive thirst for blood
My carnal lust for the incarnadine
I step onto the freshly
frozen snow
You'll not see my footsteps to follow
I'm the hay in the mass of green grasses
I've seen everything from dark to
blazing bright
I strike down with the power of falling stones
I see you lying in the heat of the sun
Your odour spread in the
air
A scent beloved by vultures