SEMANTRON OF DARK STREAMS

A century ago
my heart was ached by a taipan!
With hung tongue
a wreck tried
to suck out the blood
of a human without shadow under him,
who is idle to close
devoutly his eyes,
oh Death my Black Mother
do not leave me alone and sick
fall in love with me in the darkness
of outshined silver!
I am an eternal oupyr,
who kills himself to laugh
in throaty pain
towards the grey sky
with no midday
I feel too cold in my heart
livid by a fever,
only under ground
I will feel flavouring,
sinew-like and like
an evil and grave lightning
I will hit hard this harsh earth

and the pain of deer in flames

will vanish like a too hasty cankerworm!
But the next summer
will be bad too!
Neither the hell will disrupt
the smell which spreads
from the lost carrion
beyond the prairies
as for its self seeking!
In the ambo of inconsolable shadows
I will be in hiding and importune:
Let it be a gloom,
night, morphotic dusk!
Author: Tomislav Zahov