Humming elegiac nocturne
He strode through life poisoned with lies
And he picked flowers, which have never been offered to anybody
Then he kissed their petals calling them dreams, admiring their diversity
He always liked the wilted ones, the ones he often found on graves
He felt, they had more beauty then the fresh ones,
Untouched by the claw of passing time
The real forms of excellence - he felt, that the other ones have something more to say
When he took a flower to his hand
All seemed strangely concentrated, scared us by eerie expectation of Something
This Something was everywhere, in each element of his distorter world, in his tragism;
It observed us from each precipice of mind,
It shone with a glitter of malicious stars
Suspended on the verge of reality and imagination
Each of these flowers randez-vous was his love
And each of his loves was something entirely new,
Something elusive - as he said
Because you cannot touch Beauty without understanding it, without being convinced that it is valuable
The years elapsed
And he still kissed these flowers sneering at life,
Which he deprived of charm
And finally he stole all the colours
And even the sun stopped shining,
As there was nobody to shine for
Then he cried putting his head between his knees
And his tear crossed the sky
And bore unfaith
Today nobody remembers him,
Today they are the New
Humming this mournful nocturne striding through life poisoned with lies and pick his flowers
It is a sacrifice for Eternity,
Culmination of life
Victory
The memories watered with divine tears
Now, may I leave!