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Am Flur entlang- es gab so viele
in diesem finsteren Gemach-
Ich ging sehr lange… Grabesstille
aus jeder Ecke ging mir nach

Die Statuen in der Morgenfrische
Auf Saulen haben so getan,
als ob sie schliefen in den Nischen
Doch spahten mich wie Fremdling an

Und dort, wo sich die Saulen hauften
Dort herrschte nachtliche Gewalt
Erblickte ich, zuerst undeutlich-
Grazile weibliche Gestalt

Ich trat heran, ich war verlegen
Die Angst von mir Besitz ergriff
Es stie? mich aus dem dichten Nebel
Ein brennender Hyanenblick

Verbiestert war Hyanenschnauze
Der schmale Mund mir Blut verschmiert
Gekommen bist? Die Bose fauchte-
Gekommen? Nun gehorst du mir

Vergingen schreckliche Momente
Das Grauen hat die Flucht verriegelt
Und Gruselspiel der Elemente
Zerbarst in Hunderten von Spiegeln

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A portrait of a man

His eyes are lightless underground lakes, / Abandoned castles of the ancient kings. / Marked with the sign of the eternal shame / Of that, the Other One, he never speaks. / The deepest wound, his mouth, dark and purple, / Made with a blade borne of the deadly poison; / And it is sad and ...

I`m dreaming that both of us dead…

I'm dreaming that both of us dead. / We're lying - so peaceful for ever. / Two white heavy coffins of lead / Put down together. / / And when did we say that "enough"? / What for then and what means the trying? / But strange that's not aching my heart, / My heart is not crying. / ...

Unperturbed and indifferent sun contemplated the planet…

Unperturbed and indifferent sun contemplated the planet / There all was infested with terror and eaten by rot, / There rocks in the distance appeared a huge shaggy dog, / There black boiling copper spewed out collapsing volcanoes. / Was the night of the world. / / Unexpectedly rolled i...

Their souls` love had been born beside the sea…

Their souls' love had been born beside the sea, / In sacred groves of virginal naiads, / Whose songs, arguing with the play of wind, / With strings, ring joyfully, eternally. / / Great oracle... the majesty of man / Has never been more strange and more severe, / The closed lips and th...

The Magic Violin

Pretty boy, / you are so merry / and your smile's - so light, so sunny. / Don't you ask me for this passion / that is poison to the worlds. / You don't know, don't know how dreadful / is this Magic Violin, sonny, / And how gloomy is the horror / of the one who strikes the ...


He that has been burried / Hears a glorious chime, / Smells the whitest lilies / In his dream beyond time. / / He that in his grave lies / Sees an endless light / As the wings of Seraphs / Shed their snow-flakes bright. / / You are on your death-bed / And your hands are cold....