Oh Lord ! What was that place !
Alone I was in an octagonal hall
All surrounded by empty corridors
In front of me a gigantic statue stood
With a handsome face,serene expression
Exuding unmatched peace...ashen eyes
His long , curly hair covered the shoulders
......a dense mass of small spirals.
Who could surpass him in grandeur ?
Every moment I saw a new beauty in him
And thought I had met him before..
Perhaps in a dream......
Perhaps in a previous birth...
And he called me back to his tomb.
Suddenly, I felt, earth violently shook
I had to run through secret royal chambers
Stumbling madly on queens' baths
Through the sprawling ruins of
Crashing wealth , power and art...
And,yes, I had seen before fainting
Those gothic arches collapsing on me...
Here I lie unharmed, uninjured
Surrounded by concerned sisters
Who report with smiling relief
That a curly-haired mysterious...
Serene and eminent looking man
Brought me back from death's imminent grasp.
Speak they while removing blood-stains
From my face , arms and hands
And urge me to change my
Blood-soaked clothes if I feel fine.
"Blood, so much blood !" I inquire
"where is the wound...."
"Wounds are all his" comes the reply
"and blood is all his....."
" It was he who profusely bled..."