when in front of my eyes I see a beautiful lady,
who enthralls me in unhurried dance,
Maybe she is an angel, but maybe she is a death.
We are circling among tempestuous action,
which is occurring in unimaginable place,
Her gold curls are flapping and putting a spell on my breath.
Myriad of spirits are exulting in castle of freedom and swing,
where one lonely architect has established the last shelter for human sins.
In the twinkling of an eye she is asks me one eternal question: «are you ready to die?».
And great battle is starting between my poor mind and furious heart
«Oh! Bestia! You are taking away my vulnerable nature! You are killing beast part of my life».
«Madwoman! I love you, but also I must be ready to die».
She is laughing and smiling as Homeric God,
«Ninny man, you will alive!»
«You will destroy your mortal nature and direct all efforts to virtuous life»
And I hope, that at the end of my way
I will meet this beautiful lady again,
who will enthrall me in unhurried dance - the last dance of my life.
11.09.2017
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