Falling waters rumble, Forlorn droplets tumble. Liquid curtain veils the rock All around immortal clock. Ever pushed into the vale, Every ripple tells a tale. Stone knows it is here to stay But gets eaten up, away. Giggling bubbles drifting down In their perfect...
Creaks and groans Scare my old bones. Shatters and clatters, And nothing else matters. Trickling blackness beams Or so it seems; What eerie bleak noises From dead old machinery Of winter’s sad choices In dripping crimson scenery. Deep down secret cellars The past will...
(N)Euer Senf – mittelscharf, wenn’s geht