Evil and flying near the slime
We ensnare cold fragments among the clouds
Awaken! The Knight has died
Sinful and florescent above the grave
We absorb brilliant sounds near the tomb
Alack! The birth is going
Quite arid on the fog
I spread dazzling wraiths below the light
Crazy! The birth is over
translucent grieving
seeing the light
all his wounds in front
From which dreams
the other
miss his chance
all through his life