I die...and my last desire is a giving a freedom to eternal light. All tints has become black and night. The day has become covered by the gloom of the night. That reminds about the sweet tragedy.
Your smile has remained in twilight. Just your silhouette reddens in my mind. Let me become a gleam of reminiscences. That will lighten your preceding steps. Precious sorcery of your shine inspired an actor to suicide. A red rose on the credence of emptiness.
It's petals have frozen with courageous affright. And fallen to the brilliance pieces of the angelic dust. Faceless demon with thousands eyes moves in circles in deserted clouds. His breathing inspires the gale to spread the flare over the air.
The beast has hidden among the metaphors. He discusses the clarity of the constructions. The feather depicts letters and words. And liquefied them into blood drops. The vacuous style entrains an aeon age.
We change a prose from the devil tragedy. To a poetry of the divine comedy.