White and Red
She,my febrile fervor,
She,my morbid fervor,
Took my yoke off - petrified.
Rusted yoke smothered me - tight,
- Sharp and hoar as stone.
Blood and lime one swallow bled,
Painting vales both white and red.
Grueling hours have elapsed,
Since it fell down - collapsed.
I,as well, forwent my crime,
Crying blood and crying lime.
Scorching embers fell and died,
From the void furnace inside...