XXVI. Далеко за Пролилосом - мгла...
Dense, as a curtain of loneliness.
Far beyond the Prolilos — priest...
Pristess, naked, dances her only mass.
Far beyond the Prolilos — dreams.
Woods yearn for her shining virginity.
Far beyond the Prolilos — screams:
Wind rides the broken infinity.
Far beyond the Prolilos — blood...
Mixed with the rain glade, eternally.
Far beyond the Prolilos — God
Paints with a lightning my funeral.
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