Deserted land
covered with quilt of coldness
was stilled by the dark night
and silence
was delightfully hunting the last piece of joy in heart
the hazy and vast moor
suppressed my woeful song to stay in heart
yet could not ease my mournful gaze
gazing at the vague figure
of the smoke beyond the heather field
I stilled my pace
to watch a feeble blaze shining through the veil of a no-starlight night
just fire, the wildfire and i
left standing in a remote place where people never seemed to come
where are you from
how can you shine just as i never exist
where did you borrow that heat and twilight
so cold is the moor
so dark is the night
can thou wildfire extinguish your life as well...?
when you cease to glow
let me enjoy a ture end of hope
sleeping in the embrace of darkness
i will cherish my last slumber
while wine of melancholy get me drunk...