He drags me, He drags
me away
Do you not see?
To the house of the
Dead,
The winged one
Glaring under dark
brows,
Hades!
What is it you do?
Set me free!
What a path must I
travel,
Oh most hapless of
women!
Alcestis,
Euripides
I
know that I am in the
fissures of death,
I sink into the
grave,
I speak words through
my nose,
Yet I am alive and
people know.
I assail, I destroy,
I walk through, I
challenge.
Where I have passed
Springs forth a
waterfall
That belongs to
another world,
Where I have passed
Are death and dead
ends.
And I shall continue
thus,
For by myself I am
surrounded.
Psalm,
Adonis
