The Harpist

Another sunset watered in agony

The cloudy eyes staring at nothing
Unfortunate shape so full of regret
Embracing itself in recollections
Longing for a distant past

The nocturnal draught asphyxiates my lungs
In the inebriating blood fragrance
My wavering sense aims among the trees
One path to her crimson bed

I hold in my arms her body
Her indifferent mien
My fervid tears so unable to fall
The rigor mortis also devours me

Oh, immaculate garden
Previously so glorious
A paradise for a dreaming lover
But not for me, no more!

I clave the last string of my harp
Thoughtless I claimed her angelical smile
Unmerciful I paralyzed her heart
I killed her, I killed my love