The darkness of the night
involves me.
The night curse
seems to burn.
A rotted discloser
and I profane course.

The messengers come
to flood
us of wisdom.
The closed eyes
and the last symphony.
The tears play your lips.

The largest smile happens and the fire
goes down with your immortal
navigators
of the edge
of the Vital.

I will return without fights.

Because your children
will bring you to me.
I will Say all
that the verat exists.
Now him
comes back ruler the speed
of your dream.