Erotic and dreamlike still in its mortal disguise

A passionate ritual in the ruined garden theatre

The painted angels - shadowed high above

Once they gathered to worship at the picture of me

Like a whisper where there are no words

Appears the perplexed - the statue of might

In the cradle of the next generation

A spiraling ruin - lost in the gathering dust



...The faces you saw in the withering garden

I witnessed the flikkering - made to look like stone

Quivering like little figures lost in broken flames

Never to forget again the names carved in horrid flesh



Those words drawn in water - become our legacy of fantasies



Burn the pictures

So unexpected in this strange deserted place

Once opened its secrets would become the world

Its attributes would continue to unfold forever