Dance withe death
in bloody chess
with dead king
and feel the end
breath in disgrace
in deadly colours
vague loveliness
and feel the poison
advent like jesus
in marsh of univers
to meet the traitors
and feel the torments

ask the swords
in whose bosom they were stabbed
ask the nails
in whose hands they were studded
ask the flames
who they have burnt
ask the Gods
how they were silent
ask the Gods
how they tortured us
ask the Gods
how they were unseen
ask the Gods
how they dessended
and alas! those souls which were burnt by fire