Exile

In times of exile, Long days of purgatory. In lands of exile, Wounded flowers are screaming. In exile's cold blood, The lizards are gathering. In trials of exile, The troubadours are weeping. In dreamless exile, The purging of poetry. In feral exile, The rise of Neanderthals. In callous exile. Golgotha's endless nightmares: Cold crucifixions, But no warm resurrections. In shapeless exile, No singular rose vision. In obtuse exile, The breaking of all mirrors. In barren exile, Heart and soul turn to ashes. In worlds of exile. All the centres are missing. In woeful exile, We can hear no sweet angels.