Du Fehlst Mir So

Descending steps, from a place unknown.

Angelic strings, scarlet curtains flown.

Empty thoughts, the cold flame quivers.

A lifeless figure, breathing in his throne.

 A dark room, a landscape of artefact.

A glimmering lighthouse, dispirited tone.

The dancing fork, combing feathered pages.

Paradisal fantasy, a child in old age.

Reasons without words, a game endless.

Passions without swords, a spirit soulless. 

Divine bliss, escapes my light cone.

Sorrows unspoken, rose my tombstone.

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