Last night
where was I?
All around me lay
scattered, sprawling corpses still breathing,
who had been murdered
by love before they could die!
How twisted with anguish
their faces—they died because they loved!
They saw their beloved
as flowers, as light,
as leaves forever green.
Life saw them
as thorns, as darkness,
as donkeys forever dumb.
Without love, one can live
well—life teaches this as it toys with their hearts!
From heaven
love descends, but finds its place
beside hell,
love’s light is
of wax, yet its heat burns fierce as death!