We Are Already Dead

Ashen clouds slowly sail on the frowning sky
Baleful Moon shines gently from behind
Thousands of poignant tears are shed down below
Filthy dry odor succumbed to petrichor

An Ominous passage led to the sullen night paysage
Which seemed hitherto an illusive far mirage
In tender, soft embrace of wretched enchantress
Even timeless darkness will lose to her in chess

With heavy steps, but tranquil breath he treads to a broad ledge
Twisted shapes of gray landscape are seen from the house edge
Weary life and soul's strife, melancholia
Sudden fall of lie bestowed grim euphoria

Seducing gaze from nonentity
He looked loftily and brusquely at the gaunt face
As if oblivious about her mournful grace
Her grave malady and naive vanity
This insomnious autumnal night

This insomnious autumnal night
In murky, burial shroud death cries
She bewails about this agonized blink
After his scornful sight

On drear eyes of emerald color
For the last time he saw a bitter, mute sorrow
Haggard, frail body rests on the moist, cold ground
Among sere asphodels, among vermilion gouts

She is compelled to play in a basilisk chess
Thus guarding a painful suspense
On a pallid, glum mien of the Woeful Queen
Appeared a genuine sadness

He deluded her vilely, broke her shy heart
Trampled it arrogantly, tore it apart
By invisible waves of vespertine air
She was thrown in an abyss of eternal despair

On drear eyes of emerald color
For the last time he saw a bitter, mute sorrow
Haggard, frail body rests on the moist cold ground
Among sere asphodels, among vermilion gouts

Golden foliage billows by the chill, October wind
Beneath argent, dim moonbeams
And the last words he said before the tragical end
"We are... We are... We are already dead"