STRIPPED STELE
I'm bleeding under the sultry Sun and I see
Death is coming, she has a great regard for me.
I blind myself to deliver this vision
But I feel she comes closer passing 'em all
'Cause me is her mission.
Needles in heart I'm like stuffed with the ache
Pulsation in temples I set my last stake
But she doesn't hear me I hear tolling bells
And I see a stripped stele at the end of the dell
Defeat is obvious I'm pleaing to cease
Contributions won't help when Death desires feast
But the flash of the stele is brighter the Sun
On the brink of my grave I last time load my gun.
Now, when I could resist crossing the Styx
But still through the nightmares I see that obelisk . . .
Stripped Stele
© Copyright: Рен Тажеев, 2009
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