AT DAWN

AT DAWN


At dawn I see this figure
Decrepit ghost chase
And when my chest is under,
The night is always showing dark
While translates full madness
I see another danger at every step
And either insane or nearly so proceed
Charting a new path in bitterness
Hermetic paths leading me
When most atrocious table, hard and nefarious
Snowing inside the lonely soul,
Where wanted peace and not heard
Revive this sadness scholarly beast
And fortune if it comes is temporary.

MARCOS LOURES