My heart is beating in the cell
Built from the thorax’s white edges.
My soul is shouting in the hell
Of empty promises and pledges.
I lifted ears just hearing voice
That said me tender: How are you?
Pretending being sweet rejoice
But hiding deep inside the truth.
The souls of heroes of old ages
With gray fur and the big white teeth.
That can’t exist inside the cages
Now live up there in free moon heath.
I do my praying for the way
The wild wolves have accustomed to.
While my teeth white and fur still gray
At silver moon I will do: “wu”.
Moon light hymn
© Copyright: Ярослав Кодесс, 2005
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