near dark

• part one
  
  this is a world blessed by the victims
  of carnal tragedy
  the humans ritual of love and adoration
  dense-woven history
  
  sentiments decide existance, the artwork that i've bled
  bizarre she defined her presence
  with the lament of the undead
  when her eyes have bathed in danger
  and the moon had new design
  in the cradle of our desire all the blood has turned to wine
  but the love no longer remained than just a stir to survive
  in this labyrinth of perfidity for my mistress to recover
  i'll forever strive...
  
  part two
  
  dem sterbenden - die hoffnung
  dem propheten - der fluch
  der liebe - die dichtung, die dem sterben entsprung...
  
  the night is crystal clear - words are sent from pictures
  sounds that i can't hear - as weakness wins my body
  selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart
  eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light...
  
  part three
  
  sometimes, when the sun hides in the back of the earth
  when the hungry souls, to whom pain gave birth
  embalm their coldness with the blood's warmth... then
  i can clearly hear the calling of a lonely and distant star
  
  in the shade of the abhorrent
  yet in the still of the nights - in the still of the moment
  when the moment dies
  there she gently approaches
  with the new meaning of life...
  
  in a haze of hazard, in the withering chill
  baleful's the passion, when hearts stand still
  
  a flood of sentiments entwined
  rattle thru my falling soul
  i slumber against the spirit of time
  like a stranger in a foreign world!
  
  in a park, along the alleys, stained with blood and tears
  in the hour, when dusk disperses
  its colors on the white statues
  
  then i'll wander as a phantom of the posthumous regrets
  and my fiery lips i'll freeze
  with the kiss of these unrivalled statues
  
  si-n asta noapte sfirsese printr-un sarut
  poeme - agonizate de-un infinit si-un inceput
  
  part four
  
  the all-engulfing dawn of habitude shows his claws again-
  do you still remember our oath? - til light do us part!?
  
  come forth, feline
  mere moment of melancholy
  drink deep of my desire
  the quenchless fire
  that unites our tameless embers...
  
  come forth, feline
  tortured by our final duet
  let thy pale fingers slide on the petals of the flowers
  that thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood...
  
  on the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes
  of the unsleeping portraits
  and the white-eye of a lonely candle falls asleep
  into its own startling solitude...
  
  part five
  
  silent heart desires
  the balm that drives away the human waste
  oh come, infidel duchess
  shrouds of frost fall furiously down... of thee i taste again
  
  deciphering eternity of its ruined scripts
  of the tenebrious river i pleasantly sip
  upon lifeless leaves autumn has banished
  arises my lovelorn aura's odyssey
  
  un ornic cu rostiri funebre, suna amiaza-ndirjit
  iar ceru-mprastia tenebre, peste parcul amortit
  
  ...returned into that park as a whole
  under the questioning eyes of stars and heavens
  dreaming away on the lost love i've recovered
  
  death suddenly rises
  annoyed that he couldn't save me
  he turns pale from envy
  
  the seasons vanish and so does this story
  as the same poets hand raises the pen
  he pictured this spectacle with...
  
  the actors fade on the dreary alleys of that elder park
  only two nightshades remaining -
  celebrating the sunset of ages while their sullen laughter
  lustfully haunts the mortal seeds of ruin...
  
  nights were crystal clear - words were sent from pictures
  the colors have seared - these pages, whereas
  the darkest hour revealed - the mysterious hand
  which dutifully sealed
  
  this episode's arcane end.