Rain confuses with tears
Tears from the villagers,
Who look through
Ojival shaped windows
Pale figures
Moving at the sound of
Discordant pulse
By the place
Are approaching from an old mansion
In between memories
And hell
Of town
From a gorgeus palace,
In the middle of opaque gardens
And dead times,
Loosening demented creatures
Malevolent creatures
Dressed in grief
Nevermore dawn
Of dawn
A visitor, behind some pale
And lugubrious rill
And in front of dark pearl doors
Listens to whispers of unknown
Antique accents
The majestic gate is opened
And a horrid crowd
Rush eternally laughing