10 August 2012
A spirit A ghost Drifting as light From body From corpse Up to the night
A ballad A tune From glimmering form A life A thought But something to mourn
Just drifting Just gliding Pulsing through dark Now dead Now gone Now leaving its mark
Like swimming Like krill In the ocean of souls But fading But slowly Death taking its tolls
The woman The flesh So lifeless and still Nobody No one To care but to kill
So vengeful So cruel She bears such hate To maim To hurt To open The Gate
A spirit A ghost We cannot accuse her From body From corpse Now glides her Medusa
Medusa • Opuss № I