There, where the night bows its mournful face to the sea,
And the moon cuts the black waves with silver,
I walk \u2013 a shadow of oblivion \u2013 with a knife in my throat,
Which strikes the heart once, exhausting itself in the abyss.
O, my heart \u2013 a banner, scorched by fires,
It laughs at fate and weeps without consolation,
I am an exile from the borders of my own dreams,
Where sin is honor, and honor \u2013 the gardens of pain.
There was youth there, like wings, light and crimson,
Flying into my sorrow\u2026 a burning arrow,
But time, casting a dusty cloak, vanished in an instant,
And the wind merged with the voice, disappearing into the night.
My love is a storm that curses and begs for peace,
It searingly covers the soul and destroys all that is,
Yet I will not abandon it \u2013 better an eternal battle,
Than to erase from memory even one of its echoes.
And if the world tramples the ardor of my hopes,
And if darkness comes \u2013 like a friend without words,
I will preserve within me a fire, alien and ardent,
That shines for the darkness \u2013 extinguished, yet alive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There, where the night bows its mournful face to the sea,And the moon cuts the black waves with silver,I walk \u2013 a shadow of oblivion \u2013 with a knife in my throat,Which strikes the heart once, exhausting itself in the abyss. O, my heart \u2013 a banner, scorched by fires,It laughs at fate and weeps […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[55],"tags":[122,117],"zbirnyk":[],"class_list":["post-4405","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","tag-death","tag-loss"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n