Maleficae, ardete! Şiiri - Alimert Demirel

what an overcast day that was, the whole world was under the glow of orange

just like the second night, it glowed silver that time under the moon

The moon was beautiful, wasn't it?

what difference would it make now

as the somber leaves fall this season
it is me, drowning in dark waters

now the chapel's red stained glass of gold
has faded and shattered

the bow is undone

just like how the kratt of snow described beauty
and flowed to the river bed

and where there the undines gave the lost ring

found and lost in aix-la-chapelle, in the low waters of neroli and rosemary

so did i, flowed with sorrow to the bottomless pits of the manikins

with whispers of the wisps in the marshes
and my embrace of futility

they gave me the undying embers of suffering

but no one gave me any ring

ignes mendaces me relinquunt