Gedichte,
Kurzgeschichten,
Momentaufnahmen

In the dawn of blood-red shadows
Like leaves trembling in the wind
We met, I held your shivvering hand
Whose color faded in the end

From velvet lips in decay's hand
Gloomy words fell like the dawn
Silvery water, drops flow away
Two souls which are not meant to stay

All the hope had went away
Purple silhouettes on dark velvet
No sanctuary, one single escape
The sick moon's eternal shape

And we ran for this escape
The last night of hope had come
Our whole world, drowned in shadows
The dead moon fell upon the meadows