Thursday, April 30, 2009

Black Knight of the Twilight Sky

When the sun has gotten tired of shining, and the darkness is beating him up,

When the stars come out in silent and the blackness in now on top,

And the poor sun is whining, for he is about to disappear

There you come from the nowhere, with your horse and your spear

A sigh, a smile, and brilliance in my eyes

You paint my world fantasy-like

And now where’s my reality?

Your waving hair makes my day; your natural grace drives me insane

And when I’m about to fall down fainted, you’re already there catching my breath

Your galloping horse gracefully carries you, while your chest is lifted up

What a well-structured godlike creature!

Are my eyes telling me wrong?

Further explanation is indeed needed

As long as I know Greek gods are inexistent

I must confess you are a stunning aberration

And honestly, how can I ask for more perfection,

if of it you’re the incarnation?

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