She was both my bliss and my pain,
And she filled every cell of my brain.
I would see her, when being asleep,
As an Amazon, riding a steed.
What could the sensible of tiresome books mean
As I would wish to kiss her traces on the ground!
What have you lived through, my unearthly, magic queen?
What are you now and to where are you bound?
Our souls were bathing in spring,
Our heads due to fizz used to spin.
As for harms, I nor freted nor grieved,
In misfortunes I never believed.
She now looks as if she feels her near end,
It’s so outlandish that it makes me laugh through tears.
In her opinion, misfortunes do impend,
Her blood is cold and to live she simply fears.
I can’t notice good songs left to sing,
I can’t notice good dreams left to see.
Bluff and falseness are her entourage,
It appears she’s a pretty mirage.
I leave behind as past as present trusts she gave,
I tear costumes of a festive misconception.
I’ll no longer be a ghostly hopes slave,
I’ll no longer pray to idols of deception.