Reflected Spiral Nebula XVII.I.2016

...And the stars will never shine the same
Above this silent path of autumn flows -
The spring will never come again,
The soil will stay embraced by somber clouds.

The Day is gone -
The End is near...
Under the stone
Can't see, can't hear.

The very core is scattered away,
The scream inside can suffocate...
The shadows growing longer, grey,
The ticking in the empty night can devastate.

Can't see, can't hear
Under the stone.
The End is here,
The Day is gone.

The window of this autumn gaze into the sky
Abandoned even by his ghost;
Because the hope tonight will die,
When everything is gone and lost.

Under the stone
Can't see, can't hear;
The Day is gone.
The End is here.