A land for lovers to mourn

The bells star to chime as clouds gather together for a crying evening.
My soul entwined with grief, will soon be covered in shrouds,
and wicked ravens flying over, ready to devour whatever is left from my decayong spirit.
The nocturnal heaven cries its share,
adorned with silver lightning and deafening thunder, that trembles the earth itself.
I behold this decaying scene and seas of overflooded sorrow, run endlessly through my face.
A choir pronounces their lamenting singing, for that one whose flesh has gone back to earth,
and I fall on my knees defeated by grief itself... defeated by desperation.
My muffled screams I send to heaven,
the pieces of my heart I sprinkle onto the earth,
and my tears mixed with drops of rain I keep for myself.
A paradise for lovers to mourn, this place has become,
and in it there is simply no mercy,
because from broken hearts and dead souls it is fed,
and from griefd tears its dew is comppounded.
Bells of death announcing once more my beloved's death,
but also announcing the death of my soul.
I drown myself in this sorrowful and mercyless mourn,
for death's embrace has covered coldly the soul of my ray of moonlight,
and I shall cry for the end of time,
and on a red sunset I shall beg to it, to deprive me of this dead life.
A land for lovers to mourn this has become,
and in here my flesh and my soul shall dwell,
bathed by a saddened rain,
and caressed by a cold dew,
for the one I adore, is just no more...

RQ
Moscow 26/2/10
2.38am