He rose from ash one foggy day,
Then opened eyes in heavy bad
And found no reason there to stay,
'Cause, for surprise, he wasn't dead.
Than came to window, saw the world,
That was so empty and so calm.
If only you can this behold!
And he had gone, cause close was storm.
Alone through winds and flying ice,
Among the danger and disease
Like lost in fields small lonely mice
Was going he in dying leaves.
But did he have some final point?
And why he strongly tried to leave?
'Cause real life more disappoints.
There was no reason to believe.
One day than gone and year left,
But fog was near, storm beside.
He went in cave, in scary depth
Just from disaster there to hide.
There was no light inside of it
And only crying, loud voice
Of something strange and mystique hit
His ears, coming into noise,
That melted was in thousands sounds
And came from hell to shining mounts.
And he began on sounds to go,
'Cause wanted he to find one place.
The place, where tales of darkness flow
And to the world of human chase.
He stepped and stepped by dead ground.
The only sun for him was hope.
The night has gone, and so he found
One crystal lake of mental dope.
He looked in it and saw his past,
In which he was so happy, pleased
And jumped into the water dust,
Believing in the lying feast!
He rose from ash one foggy day,
Then opened eyes in heavy bad.
Replayed that way again, again.
This feast was everything he had.
