There is no wine bottle, it's gone
There is a puddle of water spilled in front of an empty throne
Memories, like fallen leaves
That were blown away by cold winter breeze
Remind me the tales of the times past
When I was a jester at a king's fest
But, like the coals that are buried in ash
Desires still flicker disconnected from flesh
That artist crazy in a fit of madness
He transferred my soul to a painted canvas
I can not hear, I can not ask
My mouth is open in a smile grotesque
I am holding you in my arms
To see you eyes I have no chance
For ever and ever I will be looking straight
Bound to my love in a twist of fate
The God had mercy on my damned soul
When a mirror was placed right across in the hall.
(2-04-09)
