Did roses ever taste the wine?
On marble white, on stairs of ice...
Did sympathy - a lie sublime -
Ever carve pain into your eyes?
Did nights of sin, forever dark
Caress the memory of you -
Who once - illusion of a park,
Now forest deep, with trees in blue.
Did lips promise to light a candle?
In frozen moments of your heart...
Did words enslave a sad, sad journal
With words of wisdom's icecold art?
Did angels ever close their wings,
And voices - muses of the spheres
When only one nightigale sings...
Of heavens colored in saphirs.
And demons with their brilliance
Ever seduce your soul with flames?
And did you loose your innocence
In the forbidden realm of games?...